Jealous? (Dan Howell/Phil Lester x reader)

9: Salty Daniel

Dan's pov

I eyed Phil from my end of the couch. He'd gone quiet over the last hour, while he'd been chipper this morning. Unusually chipper, even for him. Something was clearly up. I refreshed Tumblr and gnawed on my lip. I heard him sigh for like the tenth time and gave him another sideways glance. I'd had enough of this.

"Phil?" I started.

"Hmm", he said without looking up from his own laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh.. nothing. Browsing."

Good, he wasn't busy with anything important.

"Are you.. okay? You seem distracted."

"What? No. I'm fine." He continued staring at his screen, his fingers aimlessly moving up and down on his mousepad. 

I sat up and put away my laptop.

"Okay, what's up?" I insisted.

"Nothing! I'm working." 

He was a little too snappy about it. I was definitely sure something was going on now. In one swift motion I closed Phil's laptop and snatched it from his lap.

"Hey! Give it back!" Phil lunged for me.

I held the laptop tight to my chest. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong Dan, give it back!" He sounded angry now.

I raised an eyebrow and glared at him. "No", I said slowly.

"Fine!" he said. He folded his arms and just stared ahead angrily.

"Oh, yeah, FINE!" I replied. I started opening his laptop. "I'll just see for myself what you're up to then, won't I."

"NO!" Phil shouted. He dove for the laptop and tried to snatch it back from me.

We had a brief tug-o-war. 

"What's on there that I can't know about, Phil?" I asked, panting as I tried to drag the laptop out of his hands.

"It's none of your business!" Phil shouted, finally pulling it from me.

I squinted, suspicious. "This doesn't have anything to do with this girl from last night, does it?"

He just stared at me. Oh my god. I couldn't believe this. It DID have something to do with that girl from last night. I bloody knew it. 

"Oh my god it DOES!" I exclaimed. "Phil, what the hellI."

Phil let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "I followed her on Twitter, okay? But her friend just tweeted she doesn't care."

"Whu.. you.. You followed her? MY GOD, PHIL. Why would you follow her? She's a fan. I thought we had this conversation. She could be a stalker. Why would you even follow her? What, were you planning to... chat her up, slide into her DMs for a bit? Invite her to dinner already, why the hell not. What were you thinking."

"Jesus Dan, don't exaggerate. She doesn't even care!"

"Could be a ploy."

"You're just reading way too much into everything! Most people aren't stalkers!"

"Most people don't casually stroll into the same venue and chat you up with a beer as if it's such a coincidence they're running into you, Phil."

"Stop! It was a coincidence and how often does she need to show she's not trying to suck up to us? She left us alone, twice! And she's clearly not freaking out about a follow. And she wasn't chatting me up. And I'm not trying to chat her up. She was just nice and she was really normal to us and you know what, maybe I'd like to make a new friend sometimes, did you ever think of that?!"

"What's wrong with the friends you have?" 

"What's wrong with wanting to meet new people now and then?"

"Oh, so I'm not good enough for you anymore, am I?" It was below the belt, and I knew it.

Phil's shoulders slacked, his eyes turned sad. He stood up, disappointment etched on his face.
"That was mean, Dan..." He turned around and left the room.

Great... This approach clearly wasn't working. I needed an outside perspective. I reached for my phone.

"PJ?"

"Dan, buddy! Long time."

"Yeah, uh, listen. I need your advice on something."

I explained the entire situation.

"Listen mate, I get why you're worried and there's something to say for not getting too personally involved with fans. On the other hand, believe it or not, but Phil is his own very much adult person, who can quite frankly talk to anyone he pleases. And she doesn't really seem crazy right now. Is it really worth the fight? Maybe it's just better if you apologise and that way you can still keep an eye out, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true..." 

"He's not going to replace you, Dan."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not actually worried about that."

"Of course not."

What the hell was that supposed to mean...