Stars {Complete}

Three

It was the way Phil Lester's shoes were always so fucking shiny, even when he threw them off- It was the feeling of his presence in any room, it was the comfort of his skin so close to Dans, it was- a dream.

Another fucking dream about Phil. Dan always felt as if he was cheating on PJ whenever he had those dreams. Even though PJ was dead and clearly didn't give a fuck about Dan. Those dreams with Phil, so close to Phil, who always smelt the same every time Dan saw him, were secretly Dan's favourite.

Phil Lester smelled like a hot cocoa on a cold day or a hug from a long-lost friend. Phil Lester smelled like butterflies in your stomach before you go on a date, he smelled sweet, like every beautiful flower in the world combined, yet his fragrance was so soft and didn't overwhelm you like PJ's would.

But PJ's smell didn't matter. Neither did Phils, nobody's scent mattered because you don't use scent as an identifier unless you're in a relationship with them. Dan didn't have anyone to call his significant other, so he needed to learn better identifiers for his friend.

"Hey, Dan" Phil smiled, slowly walking up to Dan. Not fast enough to make him jump or panic, but not so slow that Dan doesn't shrug him off and leave. "Are you ready?" He smirked slightly.
Dan never understood Phil's smirks because they all meant different things but they're all the same.
"Ready for Starbucks, you mean?" Dan looked up at him.
"Yeah! It'll be great fun. Who says guys can't drink Starbucks?" Phil laughed, letting the smirk disappear to be briefly replaced with a real, genuine laugh.
"I get emasculated enough to know that only arrogant assholes who use 'gay' as an insult think that Starbucks isn't 'masculine' enough, and would much rather go up to Scotland just for an 'IRN BRU' instead." Dan nodded
"Woah- You're gonna have to teach me how you're so smart, Dan." Phil smiled, not another smirk that Dan couldn't read, but an actual, proper smile.

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"Do you know why?" Phil asked, sipping his coffee.
"There are thr-two big 'why' questions in my life Phil. Do you mean why I'm not happy?" Dan raised his eyebrow.
"Yeah-"
"I don't know. I'd love to find out, though." Dan nodded to himself slightly.
"What's your opinion on fuschia?" Phil looked at Dan, confused.
"Do you know what fuschia implies, Phil?" Dan laughed, not a happy laugh, but more of a wow-how-doesn't-he-know laugh.
"No. Enlighten me" Phil smirked. What kind of smirk was it Phil- Dan thought.
"According to Urban Dictionary, it means gay." Dan shrugged.
"And you're-?"
"Not." Dan sharply replied, looking up at Phil. "Not gay"
"But what about P-"
"Bisexual." Dan sighed. "Not. Gay."
"Oh!" Phil smiled "So am I- Preference?"
"Don't have a specific preference, mate" Dan was annoyed by the questions, what does my sexuality have to do with me being unhappy? Dan thought.
"Fair enough." Phil nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. "What's the third why question?"
Dan blushed.
"What the fuck d-do you mean, third why question" Dan stuttered slightly, He noticed?
"You said "Thr-" And that sounded a lot like the start of the third number, three" Phil laughed.
"I just fucked up my words." Dan drank his hot chocolate, using his fringe to cover his face.
"Okay" Phil sighed, he didn't even try to sound like he believed Dan.
"No need to be an asshole about it"
"I'm not the one being an asshole" Phil replied, keeping his voice calm
Dan grabbed his bag and walked out.

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"Dan, y'know you won't get happy if you walk out whenever I try to help"
"You weren't fucking trying" Dan sighed, running his hands through his curls
"Do elaborate" Phil nodded. 
"When did you become so articulate" Dan almost smiled, he felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards, but only for a second. Phil probably noticed.
"When I learned you were. If I wanted to be able to understand you, I'd need to become articulate." Phil blushed "But I still have no idea what the fuck I'm saying. Stop ignoring my question"
"You didn't even hide your annoyance in your sigh when I blatantly lied to you." Dan cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrow "You take drama, don't you? You could've tried"
"I guess you're right."
Phil looked puzzled by Dan's hair, it was curly today. He didn't have time to straighten it this morning.
"Cute" He nodded to Dan's head.
"It's a shapeless blob, don't even pretend it's cute"
"Ditto's a shapeless blob, and Ditto is pretty cute" Phil giggled, his tongue poking out slightly. "Anyways, since you have now admitted that you lied to me yesterday, what is the third main why question in your life."
"Can't remember" Dan shrugged, grabbing his bag off the grass and swiftly walking away."

Why do I think I love Phil Lester? The third why, that still made no sense.