Watched // Phan (HIATUS)

Chapter 20

(November 2009)
Dans pov:
It's Been nearly a month since "Phil is not on fire" was uploaded. Since then we have had so many more people begin to watch our videos. "Are you 2 Dating?" Phil reads out one of the comments from our video. We chuckle under our breath. "Do you think we'll ever tell them?" I ask. The boy looks over at me, his eyes sparkling from the reflection of the bright laptop screen. He looks in front of him and out the window to see the multicoloured Street lights. "I don't know, maybe we should keep it a secret. I'm sure it's not going to be a big debate of "Are they together or not"" I giggle to the thought of people wanting to know of we had a relationship. "You're right, it sounds stupid, but funny". I pick my head up off Phil's shoulder and turn off the bedside lamp. "You know what's funny" I pause. "What?" I smile while turning onto my side, resting my head on my hand. Phil sits his laptop down, ready to listen. "The fact that we only met 5 months ago. And now we're casually lounging about in our underwear". Phil laughs, taking a moment to look down at the blanket that's covering our waists. "Well that's what boyfriends do, don't they?" hearing the phrase "boyfriends" still sets off fireworks in my stomach. I nod my head as Phil turns to rest on his side so that we're now facing each other. I shuffle close to him, pressing myself against his chest. Even though I'm enjoying the moment as much as any other, there's something that keeps replaying itself in my mind. "Hey, don't stress over what she said on TV, or in that damn note. She won't hurt you as long as I'm here". Phil says, as if he knew what I was thinking. "Don't worry, I won't" I grin up At his defined jawline. "So, you want to go to sleep like this?" Phil asks while resting his chin on top of my head. "MmmYes" I giggle tiredly, closing my eyes to sleep as I do so. "Night Howell" He whispers, snuggling closer to me for warmth. "Night Philly".

Phil's pov:
It pains me so much knowing that even though Dan is in a safe environment where no-one can hurt him, he still has that internal fear, and I can tell. Every time there has been any noise that wasn't us, he will be on edge. And it's so devastating watching someone you love suffer. Take that from me. "So, what's for breakfast?" A voice calls from the hall. "Pancakes" I reply. "Yum"! I continue making the batter when another body presses against mine. Heat radiating off of them. They rest there hands on my shoulders and a smile is created on my face when I feel lips kiss the back of my neck. "Can you go grab the syrup for me please" I ask. The presence leaves the kitchen. "No no, it's in he-" My voice hitches. Dan walks into the room with a towel on, and one in his hand. "Sorry, were you saying something? I had to go grab another towel." My mouth drops and my blood turns ice cold. I freeze in place when I realise what's maybe just happened. "D- Dan, can I touch your stomach?" His expression changes from confusion, to a weak smile. "Yeeaah?" His arms open wide fur me to feel him. "He is ice cold. I fall back against the counter af the room starts spinning around me. "Phil... What's wrong?" Dans voice echoes in my head. I fall into my knees. Solving my eyes out. "Oh my god Phil! What's wrong?" I look up, my eyes bloodshot, and breath shaky. "You, you're cold. You didn't kiss my neck. You weren't even in the room. Dan" I pause. "Sometimes In our house".

*door slams*

I can't move, I can't function what has happened. Someone had broke into my house. And was right beside me. Dan turns round like a two Bob rocket. "Fuck" he yells, runing to the front door. "Is anyone in our fucking house!" He screams at the top of his lungs. I curl up in a ball, shaking more than I have ever done. I can hear Dan pushing around the house, chasing off anyone is here. I don't think he has found any. I rest my head sharing the fridge, banging it gently. How could I of been so stupid. "Phil, can you come here a second" Dans head pops round the door. I pick myself up, I don't think I have ever shook this much in my entire life. I stand up straight, and immediately break down. Dan walks over to me, bringing me into a bear hug. "I'm so sorry Phil, I didn't see them even when I was waking in and out of rooms. But did find something." My eyes open against the boys neck. "Show me it".
He helps me into our room, where he sits me down on our bed. My eyes wander around the room, until I spot It. Next to bear and lion is a sticky note. Written on it in shaky handwriting is "It's Not over yet". Sitting next to it, a Stanley knife. Dans hand curl up into fists as we stare at it. I wasn't imagining it. There was actually someone in our house, that harassed me. "Fuck this" Dan rips the paper into pieces, and chucks the knife in the bin out of fury. He walks back over, sitting next to me on the bed. "We're just going to ignore it, okay?" Dan softly says, I nod weakly. "yeah *Sigh*. Thanks Dan, I love you so so much". I rest my head on dans shoulder, he rests his on mine. "I love you so so much too, that's why I'm treating you tonight". My head lifts to what Dan just said. "What do you mean?" He smiles softly. "well, before this thing happened, I was going to take you on a date. And now I think that you definitely need it". My eyes light up to the sound of it. "A date!?" A Smile grows on my face as I wrap my arms around him, hugging tightly. I feel Dan grin widely against my chest. This is why I love him. Because he can turn a bad situation good in a matter of minutes. And I am so proud to call him my boyfriend.

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Sorry, this is quite bad. But I promise my writing will get better as time goes on :D