The picture below shows what I think their two bedrooms would look like. The house on the left is Dan's, the house on the right is Phil's. I really hope you enjoy this fic!! But before we get into that, I need to explain how the chapters work. Because there's so many skipped days and time jumps in this story, I've written the days it takes place on in chronological order in the title. Even so, here's a guideline of each chapter, and what weeks and days it takes place on:
Sorry for this super long into I just wanted to totally clarify that ;)) anyways... Story time. Here's what I imagine Dan and Phil's houses to be like:
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At two, Dan wakes up to a sharp rapping at his bedroom window. He pushes off his duvet, reaches for his phone to check the time, and then bites back a groan. He'd been working on an essay for his French midterm exam all evening, and had crawled into bed shortly before ten with the intention of getting his proper eight hours of sleep.
So much for that.
He slips out of bed and leaves the lights off, which turns out to be a stupid idea as he trips over his feet on the way to the window. Groaning out loud this time, Dan pulls back the curtains and pushes the window open.
Phil scrambles backwards and onto his own ledge just in time to avoid getting hit by the window.
"What do you want?" Dan hisses, sleepiness making him cranky. In the darkness of the inky sky and the cold wind blowing around them, he watches Phil's face break into a smug grin.
"You," he whispers in turn.
Fighting back a blush, Dan obediently crawls onto the ledge on his hands and legs and swings the window shut behind him, resting against it and rubbing his hands down his arms to warm himself up. "Why are you still awake?" he asks after a while.
Phil is wearing his oversized black hoodie over grey skinny jeans, his fringe messed up just enough to tell Dan he hadn't been sleeping but he'd certainly tried. He's had a late night, then. His long legs are bent at the knees and resting at the V where their respective ledges meet, and Dan extends his legs so that his bare feet rest next to Phil's socked ones.
"Couldn't sleep," answers Phil.
Dan nods. "So you thought if you couldn't sleep then I didn't deserve to, either."
That pulls a laugh out of Phil. It's a gentle, cajoling laugh, contrasting with the snakebites in his lips and the delicate dragon tattoo on the side of his neck, visible even now against his pale skin. Phil tips his head back at grins up at the sky. "The stars aren't out tonight," he observes quietly.
