ends. //phan

1. breathe

Phil was left alone in the flat, pacing in circles in the kitchen with a box of Jordan's Country Crisps under his arm. Silence hung peacefully above his shoulders, for once. 

Munching down the crisps and licking his sticky fingers were one of his favourite hobbies when home alone: mostly he wouldn't have disturbed Dan. To taunt him with his cereal addiction was tempting to Phil, but it would have ended with groans, loud plaints, and another creep shot war. 

His favourite thing to do, though, when his flatmate was away was to lay down on Dan's bed, and inhale all of its fragrance. He knew the creepiness of his act, but he just couldn't help it. 

Dan's hair. Vanilla, and peach, and a bit of coconut. Not to mention the tender fluffiness of the texture.

He laid there for what seemed like hours, sinking slowly into the black duvet. The ceiling above him opened to a vast land, suffused with glowing constellations. A distant melody played soothingly somewhere in the back of his mind. His eyes closed into a stygian abyss, and he saw clearly his silhouette, laying in the same spot as him, head tilted to the sky...

"Phil?"

His soft voice echoed in the hall. The voice he used when he came home, a bit of guilt induced tone, whisper-sounding, cautiously uttered, as if he would have somehow disturbed his "delicate" flatmate. 

Phil sprung from the bed with a halt, panic rushing down his veins with a ticklish flail.                          

How did he unlock the door so silently?  Am I deaf?            

The footsteps grew closer, his socks brushing the rugged stairs. His weight was pushed to one leg, just so the stair wouldn't creak. Phil smiled at his effort. 

With one leap, he made it to his bedroom, and with short sequences of moves, he was swiftly in his bed, breathing loudly. His heart was thumping on his chest, akin to a kettledrum, filling his ears and blurring out everything else. 

He waited. Silence answered him. Warmth started spreading in the bedsheets. Phil started to sweat. His legs started to stiffen.

creak

Silence. Breaths intertwine.

Phil didn't open his eyes. But he knew. 

Dan was leaning down, slowly and delicately. His respiration tickled Phil's neck. He tensed up. 

"You know too darn well you're not fooling anyone, Lester. "

He wasn't expecting it. Dan's whisper was similar to a drift, rushing down Phil's body, like blood in his veins. Phil made a wheezing noise before turning to Dan. His face was inches from him. He was smiling. That tender smile he sometimes gave him, when he thought Phil wasn't looking. 

But Phil knew. 

He always did. 

"What?" breathed Dan, a grin on his face, forming wrinkles near his eyes. And Phil realised he has been gazing at Dan longingly. 

"Have you found Kellog's Crisps?" Phil said, realising how hoarse his voice sounded. 

Dan gave him the half desperate and amused expression.

"Yes, but I'm not giving it to you. Go outside, and buy your own." he chuckled, as he straightened and went for the door. "Also, I know you're ruminating my cereal, you're a terrible burglar." 

"B-But, Dan!"

His high pitch laughter was cut short by Phil's bedroom door, shutting close. 

//i'm so sorry for the time between chapters! it's a problem: i know what to write in the next  chapters, but i spent a day ruminating on this one. sorry!//