Waiting for You // Phan

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Dan's POV

Dan didn't remember falling asleep. One minute he was screaming and sobbing into his duvet, the next he was laying, tangled in his sheets, with a pounding headache. Great. Just what he needed.

Checking his phone, which was still in his pocket from yesterday, he saw it was almost midday already. How long did he sleep for? Dan didn't know long he had spent crying in his room, refusing to let PJ in, and just thinking about how pointless everything was.

Dan sat up wearily and rubbed his eyes. Eight hours. Eight hours until he got to see Phil.

Might as well get changed later before I leave. I should go talk to PJ and apologize for yesterday.

Dan got up from his bed and walked to the kitchen. "PJ? Peej? Look, it's ok if your still mad at me... I just want you to know I'm really, really sorry."

There was no reply. Dan sighed and his shoulders sagged, he guessed he would just have to face this evening alone. Not like PJ would want to help him with anything to do with Phil, anyway.

PJ walked into the kitchen, through the door that connected it to the living room. Without saying a word, he walked up to Dan and pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have said anything against Phil, he's a good person. I know that."

Dan looked up at PJ, surprised. "You're not mad at me?"

"How could I be mad at a precious little soft boy like Dannyfire?" PJ said, fiddling Dan's curls.

Dan scowled. "I am not precious, little or soft, thank you very much, Mr. Ligouri. But I'm glad that's all settled, because I have a matter to discuss with you."

"Clubbing?" PJ said for the fourth time, shaking his head in disbelief. "Never in my life would I expect Dan Howell, to want to go clubbing."

They were sitting at their rickety kitchen table, and Dan had told PJ about Phil inviting him clubbing.

"You're making me feel so much better." Dan said, eating cereal as he spoke. "Always a supportive friend."

"I'm just saying, I didn't think you'd be on board with the whole socializing thing. But then again, it is Phil..." PJ smirked and winked at Dan.

Dan rolled his eyes. "I swear to God, Peej, if you keep doing this I will drown you in my cereal bowl. Just because I told you I like him doesn't mean you get-"

"Like him? Dan, are you kidding. You told me, and I quote, 'I think I'm in love with him'. Sure Dan, you like him. I get it. You'd do anything for him."

PJ put on a high voice. "Hug me Phil! Love me Phil! Comb my hair Phil! Brush my teeth Phil!"

Dan almost three his spoon at PJ's forehead, even though he knew perfectly well his hand-eye coordination was terrible. "PJ, I am actually going to kill you."

PJ laughed and slammed his hands on the table. "So, lover boy-"

"PJ!"

"So, Dannyfire, what are your plans for being a super seductive man tonight at da club to woo Mr.Lester to do your every bidding? PJ asked innocently, twirling his spoon round his empty cereal bowl.

Dan stood up. "I am done with you. Done." Dan said, walking out the room, middle finger up, as PJ roared with laughter behind him. "Come on Dan! I'm just messing with you. Come back!"

Dan turned around. "Fine. As long as you actually try and help." PJ was still giggling to himself. "Ok, ok, I'm cool now, I swear."

"PJ, I don't know if tonight's the night, that I should like, you know, tell him how I feel. What if he rejects me?"