Dan and Phil Fluff

Dark (Part II)

part two! hope you enjoy, loves!

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Dan's P.O.V.

It was still dark; the power was still out. I was terrified. I wished Phil would come after me. "Dan, wait!" I heard Phil calling from outside my door.

I knew he was right outside by now. "Dan? Please, let me in..." I remained silent. "I know you can hear me. Open the door, Daniel."

No way could I resist when Phil called me Daniel. I opened the door a crack.

He stepped into the room and hugged me. "I was so scared, Phil," I whispered. He laughed a little bit.

"You're really that scared of the dark, huh?" He asked. I nodded.

He grabbed my hand, sending electric shocks up my arm. Then, he pulled me gently to my bed. (calm down nothing's gonna happen here)

He sat next to me. I had to idea what to say to him. Why didn't he love me? What was wrong with me?

"What?" Phil looked over at me. Oh no. Did I just... say that out loud?! "I-I'm s-sorry... I..." I stuttered.

Phil cupped my face in his hands, making me look up at him.

"You think I don't love you?" He whispered. I could feel his gaze on my lips. He leaned forward.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move. Suddenly, he jolted back, removing his hands from my face. "Why'd you stop?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head. "The problem is," Phil murmured, leaning close again, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." I looked up at him in the dark.

"Why?" I asked.

"What?"

"Why me, of all people? What is so special about me?"

He looked at me, and I could tell he was smiling. He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Dan, I could list everything I love about you, right here, right now. So, I will." He cleared his throat. (this 'bouta get REAL cute y'all prepare yourselves)

"I love your eyes, the way they sparkle in the light. I love your hair, even though you hate it. I love your smile, the way it lights up the room. I love your body; it's perfect, even though you think you're too tall. I love-" I interrupted him by putting my lips on his.

My life turned slow motion. He kissed me back, softly but passionately.

I put one of my arms over his shoulder, and my other one found its way to Phil's cheek, right above his jawline.

He pulled me close, one arm around my waist and the other one entangled in my hair. And so we sat, arms around each other, not a care in the world.

I forgot of my irrational fear of the dark. I had Phil.

He's here.

Phil.

He's the love of my life.

He pulled away. Wrapping both arms around my waist, he lifted me up and sat me on his lap. I touched my nose with his while curling my legs around his middle.

"I love you so much, Philip Michael Lester," I muttered. "I love you more, Daniel James Howell," he replied.

"Impossible," I whispered, leaning in and kissing him again. Phil moves his face down to my collarbone, planting kisses all the way up to my ear.

"Are." Kiss. "You." Kiss. "Sure." Kiss. "About." Kiss. "That?" Kiss. I giggled, smacking his arm softly and mumbling, "You idiot."

I grabbed his face and connected our lips again. I pulled away this time, putting my arms around his neck loosely, touching our foreheads together.

Suddenly, the lights came on.

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cuuuuuuuuuuute! i love this one <3
~rose