"I promise" [Phan]

you're stupid

"Your room is so nice, you know" Phil mumbled, glancing around the not surprisingly pastel room that he'd seen briefly before. Dan blushed a little, sitting on his bed next to him. He wasn't really sure why he'd invited this stranger into his house, because he basically was a stranger wasn't he? They didn't even know each other's middle names. "Thank you.." He mumbled, not looking at Phil at all and just copying his actions by glancing around his room too. He didn't really like his room, it reminded him of his childhood and that was not something he wanted to remember.

Phil noticed he was acting a little strange, frowning slightly. In fact, this pastel boy was a little strange wasn't he? Most people who Phil talked to wanted to have sex with him the first minute they were together. But Dan didn't seem like that type of person, which intrigued Phil in the weirdest way. "So what would you like to do? We could watch a movie or something? Or do you want to go out somewhere?" Phil asked, leaning his back against the very light pastel pink wall.

Fiddling with his fingers nervously, Dan shook his head. "I don't like um..I don't go outside, it's really scary out there." He mumbled. There was a very good reason why he didn't go outside, and nobody knew the reason apart from Dan. He wanted to keep it that way, so he hoped the slightly intimidating punk boy wouldn't ask why. Of course, though, it didn't exactly go that way.

"You don't go outside? What are you talking about? There's nothing to be afraid of out there, Howell" Phil scoffed, a small smirk on his face. He thought it was pretty stupid for someone to be scared of a simple thing like going outside. Dan bit the inside of his bottom lip gently, feeling tears form in his eyes. God, why do you have to be so goddamn sensitive? He thought to himself.

"Um.." The cinnamon haired boy mumbled, fiddling with his fingers again. "W-well um... I-" He stuttered, feeling two pale arms wrap around his body as they pulled him closer. Dans eyes widened slightly, looking up at Phil who was holding him in his arms. "Babe, everything's okay, I promise" he whispered against his forehead, gently kissing it. The pastel boy slowly nodded disbelievingly, looking away from his eyes as the tears slowly trickled down his crisp cheeks. Phil noticed but didn't say anything.

They sat in silence for a couple of seconds, the only noise being Dan quietly sobbing against Phil's upper chest. Before he could say anything, the pastel boy stood up and wiped his tears. "Why did you want to come over here anyway" Dan mumbled, looking to the ground. To say the least, he was very confused. Was this boy trying to date him or was he trying to make him look like an idiot? He was stupid. Phil Lester was utterly stupid.

"To see you. Look, Dan, I know we don't know each other but you..don't look happy and-" Dan  looked over at him, his face straighter than him as he rolled his eyes. "-I'm not happy" he mumbled, interrupting the other as Phil sighed and sat down. "You're stupid" Dan muttered under his breath, not noticing the tears falling from the corners of his eyes once again. Phil frowned a little, standing up. This made Dan jump a little, since he did it so quickly.

"I'm not stupid" Phil scoffed, pushing past him rudely and walking out of his house.