4; Secrets.

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Becca's POV;

I've been in this bathroom for a long time, just staring at the mirror.

Looking at my new (handsome) face. My mind keeps thinking about Janice and Phil. I wonder if Janice found out that Phil's in my body.

But, the matter at hand is Dan. He needs to believe that I'm Phil. I need to be Phil. I have to be the Philliest Phil that has ever Philed.

I can't tell him about Janice and her magic. I swore on my life.

And if 4 years of being a fan of Dan and Phil ever taught me anything, it's that I can pull it off. I can be Phil.

I wash my face and get out of the bathroom, I'm greeted by a beautiful Dan standing in front of me.

"I thought you'd need this," he hands me Phil's glasses- I mean my glasses.

I didn't really need them, by y'know, gotta be Phil. I take them and put them on, "Thanks, babe" I say.

"Babe?" He laughs, "You've never called be 'babe' before"

Shit.

"Well, there's a first for everything, then." I quickly say. He chuckles.

"You should eat really something, look how pale you look." Nurse Dan says.

Aw.

"Yeeaah, I should."

Dan insisted I stay in the living room and rest and that he'd make me breakfast. Bless his soft little soul.

This is absolutely beautiful, I mean everyone kept speculating over them dating or not. And they actually ARE.

I have the biggest, giant, fangirl attack whenever he speaks to me, he's so soft in real life,

"Breakfast is SERVED." Dan bursts through the door with a tray in his hands.

I found myself involuntarily giggling at how adorable he is.

He places the tray in front of me, and I take a look at it, it's a bowl of cereal, a cup of tea, and an omelette with some toast.

I look at him and he has the cutest, proudest looking grin on his face.

"Aww Dan.. You didn't have to do all of this, just a bowl of cereal would've been fine." I try my hardest not to implode.

He sits next to me, "Shut up" he says and attacks me by crashing his lips against mine.

I go with it and start kissing him back.

I'm an EXTREMELY awkward kisser, I didn't know what to do with my hands so they stayed kind of over my lap like a seal.

Dan on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing, he was so good.

He pulls away, "now eat." He whispers.

Yes, I just died.

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