Anonymous || Phan

5.

AN:  Im so sorry for the huge delay, I haven't written months omg, anyway, im feeling a bit better now and I actually have some joy in my life again so I think its good if I write this now before my happiness disappears haha, enjoy (>^-^)> <(^-^<) 

Dan's POV

I was a little bit anxious when Phil opened the door, I didn't know what he was going to think! He would probably believe that I used to be a homeless person who just randomly came across an empty apartment and called it his own. I was never much for first impressions,  although for some reason this one particular person who just showed up out of nowhere suddenly this ray of sun appears and I'm blushing over everything he says? What is it about him that makes me so nervous? I guess it could be my anxiety or just my socially awkward self making an appearance, but I just have this feeling around him that I can't explain. I don't think I like him in that way, I think I'm just overwhelmed about finally having someone there for me.  I'm sure the feeling will wonder off and bother somebody else later. 

I anxiously awaited his reaction,

"Ooooo its nice!" he genuinely stated, "It's very brown." 

that last statement kind of bothered me, I couldnt tell if it was positive or negative. what if he hated it? What if 'Its nice!' was just his way of polietly stating that its not really his thing? He couldve meant it as 'It's fine if you like it but I actually think its boring." Ugh this was so confusing, why do I even care what he thinks anyway? I mean, its not like his opinion will make mine any different and its not like his opinion really matters? I wish I knew what he meant...

"Haha yeah... I guess I just really like the colour... sorry...." 

"Why are you apologising? Its nice, I like it." I watched as a grin crept across his face. I still wasn't sure is he was telling the truth or not, but I didn't want to worry too much. I decided to just let it slide.

I was still sitting on his back at this moment, that's what I've come to realise halfway throughout what we just said, I completely forgot. The thought of it made me blush a bit because I never realised that this is what a couple usually does, but me and Phil just met. Why was he okay with this?

"Oh, thanks I guess." I replied, the awkward vibes silences really made it feel like there was a barrier between us, despite the fact that my chest and his back were literally pressed together.

He begun to speedwalk towards my light brown couch that was pretty worn out because of the fact that it was so old and decided to lie down on the couch with me still on his back, I let out a small gasp as I was facing forward with his hair in my face and practically getting smothered by him since he was lying directly on top of me.

"Do you want me to get off?" he teased

I tried to speak but couldn't.

"Not saying anything? That's okay ill just stay here then." He gave a slight chuckle. 

I instantly pushed him off of me, resulting in him falling to the floor.

"Oh my gosh Phil are you okay?" I worryingly asked as I sprung up into a sitting position. There was a long pause, I don't know what to  think. I'm really hoping he's not hurt. 

He begun to giggle slightly, and honestly, it was really cute, although I was slightly confused. His slight giggle soon transitioned into a small chuckle, then loud laughter. He was really cute because he kept covering his mouth with both hands, as if he was embarrassed of the way he looked when he laughed. I doubt he would look bad as he laughed. 

"What?" I questioned, slightly blushing because of how perfect he looked. 

"It's just that," he says, letting out another giggle, "I was here to help you," he giggled again, "And now I'm the one who needs to be helped." he continued to giggle to himself, while I sat helplessly, my face going red because of both how cute he looked, and embarrassment. I was wondering whether or not he felt bad, I know I did. Hopefully he didn't. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, my mind all over the place. I was staring at him, his straight, jet black hair was slightly messy and a few strands were out of place, he somehow made it work, but I'm trying not to think of that. He's probably straight as a ruler, when I'm exactly the opposite. I hate falling for straight people, but I'm not falling for him, am I? I couldn't be. We only just met! 

"Anyway, I'll just help you now." He stated.

"But aren't you hurt?" \

"Yeah... But not as bad as you."

"Oh... Okay."