A year of yes: Phan fiction

Part 3: Bedtime

(Phil's pov)

I couldn't believe what Dan had said.
What if he really is gay? Would he... date me?
I felt the plate I was getting out slip from my hand and a few seconds later the loud noise of it shattering on the floor made me jump. Dan came running out of his room with a terrified look on his face.
"Phil! Are you ok!"
He came running over and saw the broken plate. I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled reassuringly at him.
"No It's ok. I'm fine."
He let out a sigh and walked over, kneeling down to pick up the pieces. I bent down to help him. He'd come running because he was worried about me. And he'd looked so scared. Oh no. I thought. Am I falling for Dan Howell?
A sharp pain shot trough my finger and I winced, looking down to where I'd sliced my fingertip on on if the shards of plate.
"Oh no Phil."
Dan touched my hand gently and looked at me worriedly. He stood and ran to the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a bandaid. He took my hand gently and I felt me cheeks get hot with a blush that I was sure was forming. He looked up at me but I focused on my finger. He blushed too and looked quickly back down at my finger.

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We sat on the couch eating dinner, which was soup and boiled eggs. Dan was eating like he hadn't eaten in days, which he probably hadn't. I looked down at my barely touched meal sadly, thinking of how much I had that he didn't. He let out a polite burp and set his empty plate down on the floor. I shoved my plate onto the coffee table and looked at him with my arms folded over my chest. He grinned and I smiled back softly. He stood and stretched, letting out a huge yawn.
"I better get to bed now." He smiled at me and ruffled my hair playfully. I had forgotten how much I miss him. I nodded and stood too, shuffling off the my room.

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(Dan's pov)
He was there.
He stood over me and screamed about how worthless I was. Then he pulled his fist back and I screamed.
I sat up in bed, covered in sweat. I'd been dreaming. I started to sob and pulled my knees to my chest. I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my bedroom and I panicked for a second. But I remembered where I was and calmed down. Phil flung the door open and came running to my bedside. I hated that he had to see me like this. Broken. He must've seen the tears on my face. He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Are you ok!?"
I nodded and smiled gently at him.
"I just had a bad dream that's all."
He nodded and stood, letting go of my shoulders slowly. He turned to walk out but I grabbed the back of his shirt.
"W wait." I murmured.
He turned to me.
"Please Phil, could you sleep with me?"
He looked shocked and I watched as his face went a dark shade of red. And I felt my own cheeks grow pink. He finally nodded and walked to the other side of the bed, lifting the covers and sliding under. I scooted against him, my body shaking. But as he held me the shaking lessened and I relaxed against him.
We were soon asleep.