Dan Lester and Phil Howell ✔️(Completed)

GET OUT!!!

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(Dan's p.o.v)

I groaned as I sat up in Phil's bed. We played Tokaido all night, which would've been fine if he didn't scream at every single action. I shook my head and felt my hair, which was is a fairly neat quiff. "Why does Phil always wake up with a quiff?" I muttered, putting on his glasses, as I now required them to see.

I slowly got up and looked at his matching red socks. "That's not very Phil." I scrunched my nose at the sight, before pulling them
off and putting on new
socks. One with foxes and the other with sloths. Better.

I casually took off his shirt and replaced it with a bright green one with a Charmander on it, and pulled down his pajama pants to pull on the black jeans that were lying on his floor. I don't necessarily have a problem with changing, I mean, I've seen Phil in just his boxers before in the Pastel Edits IRL, and seen him shirtless during PINOF 6 when we switched shirts, so it's not really a big deal.

I approached the mirror, looking at the blue eyed boy that stared back at me. My eyes drifted to his dyed hair, then his pale skin, then his soft, pink lips. I smiled a little, the Phil in the mirror smiled too. I felt his cheek, knowing Derek the Dimple wasn't there, he was on my body. I felt really hot all of a sudden. My legs were burning, since it's Summer, and I'm wearing black jeans.

PJ was supposed to come over today, and I was about to end up a baked potato.

I quickly pulled them off and scanned the room for a different pair. Just as I made a mad dash for Phil's blue jeans, I heard my own voice yell. "PHIL!? YOU ALRIGHT UP THERE?" I'm assuming he said Phil because PJ is here. "YEA, BE DOWN IN A SECOND." I yelled back, just as the door opened. "Need any help Dann...." Phil drifted off, looking at me.

The jeans were pulled up to my knees, and I had the most horrified look on my face. "GET OUT!" I screamed, throwing a nearby shoe at him. "Sorry!" He mumbled, averting his eyes as he left. I shook my head, pulling the jeans up. I decided against wearing shoes and made my way to the lounge, where I assumed PJ and "Dan" to be.

Hey, if we're pretending to be eachother, I have to get used to referring to him as Dan!

"Phil!" PJ smiled, giving me a small hug. I pat him, smiling into his eyes. I was used to looking down at him, after all, my body is 6 foot 4, and PJ's is 6 foot 2. But now, we were the same height. This is definitely weird.

(I made it sort of long. Like it? I hope so. I got the idea of walking in with pants not yet on from AWritersImage with her story: Phil Lester X Reader. Check it out! Bye loves! xx)