Plane Cuddles

Words: 818

Warnings: None

POV: Phil Lester

Pairing: Phan (Dan Howell and Phil Lester)

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I yawned loudly as I leaned back as far as I could in the uncomfortable plane seat. They were just so darn uncomfortable.

We were heading back to London after visiting Florida for the week. Dan and I had to attend Playlist Live. I say had like I didn't want to…of course I wanted to. It was the jet lag that was an inconvenience though.

I heard shuffling beside me and glanced over to see Dan fast asleep next to me. I smiled, admiring how beautiful he looked when he slept. He looked like a little delicate teddy bear that I just wanted to hug and sleep with…

Wait, sleep with? I shook my head and chuckled to myself. No, Phil. You do not want to sleep with your best friend.

I mentally slapped myself for even having these thoughts. Not because they were sexual thoughts about a guy, because I think every guy has those...if they denied it they'd be lying. I mean, take one look at Leonardo DiCaprio or Zac Efron and tell me they are not attractive men. You can't.

It was because it was my best friend in the whole wide world and I just couldn't have a crush on him.

I pressed my head against the plane chair with my arms crossed and stared up at the ceiling, my eyes focusing on one place, trying to go to sleep. I wasn't focusing on anything in particular, just trying to get myself to sleep.

Strangely enough, as tired as I was, I couldn't go to sleep.

I sighed in frustration, turning my head over to Dan. I stared at him in jealousy. He could sleep on the plane and I couldn't? I sighed again and began scrolling through my phone.

I bought the WiFi on the plane for the trip home because I really couldn't live without WiFi, and neither could Dan.

I complained on twitter.

I said:

Why can't I sleep? All I want it to close my eyes and go off into dreamland. (a/n: sheepemojisifnotabletoseethem)

A few minutes later, I checked my replies and replied to as many people as I could, mostly with emojis or answers to questions.

I chuckled, watching as friends of the phandom tagged their friends in the tweets I replied to. It was cute how they got so worked up over me simply replying to them, even if it was just a simple emoji. 

I then went through my mentions, favouriting some of them, smiling at others. 

I felt shuffling beside me, and then something on my shoulder. I glanced over and noticed Dan's head on my shoulder. I smiled, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. Phil, why are you...blushing? I thought to myself.

I decided since my best friend's head was now planted onto my shoulder, now would be a good time to try to sleep. I leaned back again, trying not to disturb Dan, which was harder now because he was literally on top of me. 

Before I closed my eyes, in a split second desicion, I leaned over and kissed Dan's forehead, praying no one was watching us or taking a photo. Or at least no fans, because as much as I love them, they would interpret it as more than just a best friend kissing his sleeping best friend on the forehead.

In truth, I couldn't help myself. He was adorable. His breathes were nice, slow, and even. His lips curled into a bit of a smile, that I couldn't tell if I was just imagining or not. His hands flopped to the sides, and his feet out as far as they'd go before another plane seat started. The light playing off of his beautiful tan skin. It made me want to kiss him. Right then and there. I just could not hold myself back, so I did.

 As soon as I did, I regretted it though, because he groaned and cracked his eyes open a bit. "Phil...?" He whispered, squinting his eyes. He started to rise from my shoulder, making me miss his warmth. "Did you just-" 

My eyes widened and I shook my head, probably a little too quickly, because he chuckled. "You don't even know what I was going to say." He whined. 

He sounds really hot when he first wakes up... no Phil. No. No. No. No. Yes.

"Go on then," I gulped, praying he couldn't hear it. 

"Well, did you just kiss my forehead?" Dan looked into my eyes, probably searching for any bit of lies.

"No." I squeaked, looking down at my phone, acting like I was scrolling through it, when in reality, the lockscreen was still on.

"Oh, Philip Lester, you know you're a horrid liar." He leaned forward and pecked my lips, causing my cheeks to go red and my lips to go tingly. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."