I Will Love You Endlessly (Sequel to i dare you to love me)

Part 17

"Hey," Phil whispers one night - when he should be asleep - and he rolls over on his side to face Dan.

"Hey," Dan whispers in reply, moving to face him as well. "Can't sleep either?"

"Nah, too much on my mind," Phil admits. The two of them spent the entire morning finalizing things, calling the venue and a few other people, just making sure everything is still on the up and up, and meeting with PJ once more to go over where they want their photos taken and what kind of shots they want. It's been a long, long day and even though he should be exhausted now he finds himself wide awake, unable to stop thinking about wedding things.

"Yeah, me too," Dan says and even in the dark, Phil can see the smile that grows like a flower in bloom when he adds, "you know, the wedding is in two months."

Phil's lips stretch into a wide smile. "We're getting married in two months," he says and it takes all of his energy not to let out a Louise-esque squeal when he says it, but he's just so excited, he can barely contain it. He can't believe that in two months he's going to be standing at the altar with the love of his life. "Jesus, there's only two months left and there's still loads to do."

"Don't remind me," Dan sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Well, you know since neither of us can sleep, we can try to get something done, yeah?"

"Why not?" Phil shrugs, and he throws their duvet back and puts on his glasses before following Dan out of their bedroom. The younger of the two grabs his laptop and they set off to the kitchen.

Phil winces as Dan turns the lights on.

"You should wear your hair in a quiff for the wedding," he tells Phil, gently pushing his hair back from his forehead

"For you? I just might do that," Phil says with a smirk and Dan takes that as an opportunity to kiss his fiance's forehead.

"So, why don't we work on the wedding playlist some more?" Dan suggests. "Or at least finalize it and get it in some kind of order."

"Sounds good to me," Phil murmurs, resting his chin on Dan's shoulder,

Dan opens his iTunes and Spotify playlists, looking through his music collection - because Phil's taste in music pales in comparison to his own, if he says so himself.

"Right, so the first song is going to be the first song we dance to as husbands, so it needs to be perfect," Dan tells him.

"Muse?" Phil suggests.

"Perhaps," Dan muses, looking through all of Muse's discography that he has downloaded. "Or maybe an Ed Sheeran song? Thinking Out Loud or Give Me Love are good options."

"Any Ed Sheeran song is a good song, to be honest," Phil says. "Hell, we could dance to The A Team and it would be a good first dance song."

Dan turns his head to stare at him. "Phil, we aren't dancing to a song about a drug addicted prostitute at our wedding," he says.

"Well, when you put it that way, of course it sounds like a bad idea," Phil replies and Dan rolls his eyes, looking back at his music. "Wait!" Phil exclaims a moment later. "I have an idea - the perfect song for us," Phil takes control of the reins for a moment, typing in a song title in Dan's Spotify search and when he finds what he's looking for, he presses play.

Soft piano music fills the air and Dan's lips curl into a smile when he hears the opening of the song. A moment later, the beat picks up and a raspy male voice begins to sing, There's a shop down the street, where they sell plastic rings, for a quarter a piece, I swear it.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Lester?" Phil asks, extending his hand towards Dan who blushes just faintly and takes it. Yeah, I know that it's cheap, not like gold in your dreams, but I hope that you'll still wear it.

Phil pulls him in close, their chests touching as their bodies move in rhythm together in their kitchen. The ceiling light shines bright above their heads like a spotlight, and when Phil closes his eyes, he pictures the two of them dancing together in their tuxedos, instead of their mismatched pajamas. Yeah, the ink may stain my skin, and my jeans may all be ripped. I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.

Phil hums softly in Dan's ear as they dance together, slipping just slightly on their socks and too-long pants, laughing softly and stealing kisses between verses. Dan rests his head on Phil's shoulder and Phil's hand gently rests on the small of his back, and they sway back and forth together as the song plays. And there's no guarantee, that this will be easy. It's not a miracle ya need, believe me. Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me, but I will love you endlessly. Wings aren't what you need, you need me.

"So, what do you think of the song?" Phil asks him, his voice soft and gentle, not wanting to distract Dan from the music.

"It's perfect," Dan murmurs sleepily, his eyes drifting shut, a wide smile plastered on his face. "Just like you."

Phil kisses his forehead and he whispers to him, "I love you," and Dan says it back and when the song ends, Phil plays it again.

They dance together in the middle of their kitchen until Dan is too tired to stand, and he falls asleep on the couch. While he sleeps, Phil takes it upon himself to compose the remainder of their playlist, putting the songs they've already mutually decided on in a specific order and adding in a few more that each of them like. He spends an hour and a half listening to songs and perfecting the playlist, and the sun starts to rise by the time he's finally getting off of Dan's laptop and carries Dan, bridal style, back to bed.