[Trigger Warning]
Phil's POV: (two weeks later)
Dan and I took our last major test today. We can finally calm down and stop stressing øut. Well, at least that's what I thought. Dan forgot to tell me that we had an appointment with the tailor that is going to make our tuxedos for prom. I was very confused when instead of going straight home like we did everyday, we turned up at a well known tuxedo store.
"Shit, I forgot to tell you about our appointment, sorry," Dan had apologized.
I thought we were just going to get measured, but I was oh so wrong. After they took our measurements, they took out lots of books with pictures of different tuxedo styles. After that came all of the different types of fabrics, all in different colors. Once we finally picked the ones we liked, they brought out all these different ties. And after that came the shoes.
I picked all of my things without any problems, but Dan, god, Dan is the most indecisive person on the planet. He had to make sure that everything met his 'Standards of Aesthetic' and, trust me, those standards are higher than Mount Everest. He had to make sure that everything was perfect.
Once he was finally happy with his decisions, we finally left. I again expected to go home, but we ended up at a near by flower shop. Dan made sure I waited in the car as he talked with the florist on how he wanted our boutonnières to look like. He said he wanted it to be a surprise. Dan, as expected, took forever.
In the end, we ended up getting home after almost four hours of shopping.
"I'm exhausted!" Dan had said as he flopped onto my bed.
"Me too," I sighed as I laid down next to him.Dan moved closer and cuddled into my side. He hummed happily as I cuddled him back.
"Let's take a nap," he had murmured. I had, of course, agreed.
And that leads us to now. Dan is fast asleep in my arms. The light from the sunset shines on his hair causing it to look a reddish brown. He looks so calm and relaxed that it makes me want to stay here forever. His warmth and presence makes me feel warm. I would no doubt be asleep too if it weren't for the stupid headache that came from nowhere. I was happily drifting off to Sleepland when my head randomly started hurting.
I decide to take some pills to make it go away. I sigh at the fact that I have to leave the ball of warmth that is my boyfriend. I carefully unwrap my arms from around Dan and kiss his cheek as I get off of the bed.
As I stand, all of the blood rushes to my head causing me to feel a bit dizzy. I wait for it to pass before going to the restroom to fetch some Tylenol or something. I grab two pills and head downstairs to grab a glass of water. Once I have it, I take the pills and chug the water, cringing at the feeling of the pills going down my throat. I set the cup on the counter and walk to the sliding glass doors. I look out into the backyard as I wait for the pills to start working. A small movement in the grass catches my attention.
I see a tiny bunny munching on the grass at the edge of my backyard, right where the grass meets the forest. I slowly slide the door open and step outside to get a better look of it. The brown bunny doesn't seem to notice me so, I walk closer to it. I am halfway to it when it raises its head and looks around. I pause. The bunny, who I've named Dusty, notices me and starts to back away into the forest. I smile and follow it.
I am a few feet into the forest when I notice a bunch of small, white pebbles. I forget about the bunny and walk over to examine the two piles. They are lined up parallel to each other, making a small path. I remember them! I put them here so that they can lead the way to the hideaway my grandfather had built for me. Excitement fills me as I quickly take the path further into the forest. It takes a couple of minutes until I finally reach the tiny cottage. My excitement is replaced with confusion. This cottage looks nothing like I last remembered.
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FanfictionDan Howell has left all of his problems behind and moved to a different town, in hopes of a fresh start. Here, he discovers that he is a Protector, Phil Lester's Protector to be exact. Just when he thinks his life is looking up, Dan's problems come...