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cats

Title: Cats

Ailurophile: A cat-lover

Summary: Phil loves cats. Dan is extremely allergic.

Words: 1372

Genre: fluffy fluff fluff

Warnings: none

Phil had been walking home from BBC (Dan was sick with a horrendous cold that day, so Phil decided to head down to BBC to get some paperwork done) when he noticed it in a small opening  between buildings. A small figure darting into the opening, so fast that if Phil blinked he would've missed it. 

"Huh?" Phil glanced into the darkness, not seeing anything new. "Hello?" The man walked near the opening and took a step inside. "Is anyone there?"

That was when he heard it; a small meow, coming from behind a trashcan. Phil slowly walked toward the trash can and looked where he had heard the meow. His eyes landed on a small cat,  a black one nevertheless. 

"Awww," Phil whispered as not to scare the poor thing. "Poor baby." He frowned, noticing how thin the poor thing was. He reached out slowly, looking the cat in the eyes. "It's okay baby, I won't hurt you." Phil reached out a little more and waited for the cat to approach him. The cat seemed to eye him warily, as if unsure if he was friend or foe. Phil smiled warmly at the animal and they seemed to think that Phil was trustworthy, as they walked up to Phil and nuzzled into his hand. 

"Awww. Hi, baby. Do you have a collar?" Phil softly felt around their thin neck, but no collar was found. Phil was really confused. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't leave it here; it was the middle of winter and it was too cold for anything to be outside, especially overnight. He could've brought it to an animal shelter, but he wasn't sure of any nearby. He had been asking Dan if they could get a pet lately (even though Dan said no every time). Maybe if he brought it home Dan would have no choice but to give in. Phil didn't know why Dan had such a big problem with animals, especially cats. He despised them and Phil had no clue why; their trademark was even cat whiskers. They drew them on their face to celebrate PINOF and had several whisker merch; mugs, necklaces, t-shirts, even a notebook. So why did he hate them so much?

Phil softly picked up the cat, waiting to see if the cat would attack him or scratch him or even hiss. But the cat did none of that and instead curled up to him. It made Phil upset to see how thin and abused the poor thing was; he hadn't noticed before but some of the cat's fur was missing and some areas were bloody and/or bruised. One of their eyes was shut and one leg seemed to have been...chewed up almost. 

"Poor thing. I'll take you to the vet tomorrow, it's getting late and I'm sure it's closed by now. Let's go home little buddy." Phil spoke softly, holding the animal to his chest gently.

When they reached home, it was nearly dark. Streetlights were lit and most of the people on the street were heading home. Phil reached his and Dan's apartment building and walked up to their apartment, unlocking the door softly in case Dan was sleeping. 

He noticed that the cat's eyes were closed; he panicked for a second, worrying that they had passed away during the walk, but saw that they were breathing just fine. 

"Oh thank goodness," Phil whispered and first went into the living room, setting the cat on the couch (which he would regret later, what with all the cat hair left there). 

"Dan? Baby? I'm home." He opened the door to Dan's room but found nothing there. "Huh? Dan? Where are you?" 

Phil got an idea and walked into his room; where his suspicions seemed to be correct. On the bed was a sleeping Dan, wrapped up in Phil's university sweatshirt and Phil's duvet. Phil grinned, quietly sneaking his phone out to take a picture before crawling over to his sleeping boyfriend.

"Dan, I'm home. Danny baby, wake up." Phil said softly, shaking Dan a little bit. 

"Philly?" Dan opened his eyes sleepily and smiled at Phil. "Hi, baby. What were you up to today?" Dan asked in a scratchy voice. Phil frowned at Dan's apparent struggle at talking, but smiled and began talking about his day. "Well, first I went to Starbucks and got some coffee, as I thought we were close to running out. Then I went to BBC for most of the day, nothing really special." 

"You didn't have too much fun without me right?" Dan tried to say in a joking way but started hacking up a lung. Phil frowned and rubbed his back as Dan coughed. 

"Sorry, Phil," Dan said and Phil's heart broke a little. Only Dan would apologize for being sick. 

"It's okay lovely. You don't have to apologize." Phil grabbed his hand and rubbed his knuckles. Dan smiled at him lovingly and leaned in, wanting to kiss him. Phil reciprocated, even though he was risking sickness. 

Dan pulled away for a minute and whispered "I love you so much" before leaning back in and kissing him. 

In the midst of kissing Dan, Phil nearly forgot about their guest in the living room. Phil pulled away, leaving Dan to pout. 

"Phhhiiilll" Dan whined. Phil smiled and shook his head. 

"Dan, I have to show you something. And you might not like it much." Phil admitted guiltily. Dan looked at him confused. Phil tightened his grip on Dan's hand and brought him slowly out of bed, Dan groaning in slight protest.  

"I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay? Do you need to lie back down? I can bring them in here if you want me too." Phil immediately felt horrible for taking him out of bed, but Dan waved him off. 

"I'm fine Philly. I'll be fine-wait a minute, them?" Dan caught on quickly and Phil silently cursed. 

"Yeah, um...here why don't I just show you," Phil said nervously and led him out to the living room. 

The cat was still sleeping soundly on the couch as the lovers walked into the room and immediately Dan noticed, jumping slightly. 

"Phil." Dan's voice was slightly higher. "Why is there a cat on our couch?"

"Okay Dan, before you get angry with me, let me explain. I was walking home from BBC and I saw something in an opening between buildings. I looked around for a bit and saw this poor thing, half starved and nearly beaten to death. I wasn't sure what to do, I couldn't leave it there and I didn't know of any shelters that would've been open, so I brought it here. Please don't be angry with me." Phil begged slightly, hoping Dan wouldn't be too cross. Dan wasn't known for being the most patient of people, but he wasn't heartless at all.

Dan sneezed a few times, then a few more, and once again. 

"Dan are you alright?" Phil asked. 

"I'm" sneeze. "Allergic" sneeze "To" sneeze "Cats," Dan spoke, sneezing in between each word.

"Oh my god, Dan I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" Phil said, quickly getting him out of the room, in hopes of stopping the sneezing. 

The sneezes faded, but Dan was still sniffling and his nose was red. From his cold or allergies, Phil wasn't sure. 

"Never came up in conversation, I guess," Dan said, rubbing his nose.

"Well, what do you want to do Dan? It's your decision." Phil said, rubbing Dan's arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. 

"I suppose they can stay overnight, and we'll take them to a shelter in the morning?" Dan suggesting and Phil nodded supportively. 

"Okay, baby. Whatever you see fit," Phil told him and started taking him back to bed. "Let's get you back to bed yeah?" 

Phil led them both back into Phil's bedroom and laid down on the bed with Dan, cuddling close to him.

The next morning, when Phil woke up, his nose was stuffed and he felt like hacking up a lung. Dan wasn't there, so Phil got up and noticed a note sitting on the table.

Gone to the animal shelter, you looked to peaceful to wake up, 

with lots of love, cuddles, and kisses, Dan

Sorry for the rushed ending, it's late and I'm tired.