Somebody To You (Phanfiction)

What are you doing?

Phil’s POV

I woke up at 9 in the morning, finding Dan sleeping on my chest. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed it. I didn’t want this moment to end, but reality hit me hard when I realized that I needed to visit the toilet very soon when I didn’t want to wet Dan’s bed. So I put Dan’s head slowly into his pillow and went to the bathroom. By the chance I also showered and washed my hair. Then I went out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. I went to the sink and brushed my teeth. I wondered if Dan was still sleeping. It was 10 in the morning already but he usually sleeps until 12 or something. With that thought I left the bathroom and went into my room and got dressed. I put on my checkered shirt and some black skinny jeans. Of course I didn’t find matching socks, I gave up finding those years ago. Then I went to Dan’s room, finding him still sleeping. God he looks so cute when he’s sleeping. Phil no! He’s straight, don’t think that! I really didn’t know what to think anymore. I didn’t want to hurt Dan any more. He’s already broke because of his girlfriend, now when I’d tell him how I feel about him, what would that make us? Would he even want to be friends with me? I really should stop questioning everything. And with that I went to the kitchen, making breakfast. But little hints don’t hurt, right? I was really crazy to think that, but maybe I just hoped it would work somehow. I took out 2 bowls and put in some cereal. I went back to Dan’s room again when I noticed he’s still sleeping. It was about 10:30 in the morning now. I decided to wake him up. I went into his room and placed the bowls of cereals on Dan’s bedside table. “Wake up Dan”, I whispered, but he didn’t hear me. “DAAAAAAAN”, I shouted and he opened his eyes, almost falling off his own bed. I started laughing. Dan was still in kind of a shock when I still laughed. I noticed that my tongue poked out again. Damn how much I hate this. After 5 minutes Dan finally said “Phil, what the heck… Why did you wake me up? How late is it?” “It is 10:30 in the morning Dan and I made you breakfast, are you hungry?” I smiled at him. “Thank you Phil, yes I’m hungry.” He smiled and I reached him the bowl of cereals, I was about to leave to my room when he said “Phil no, stay.” Then he gestured me to sit down beside him on his bed. I just noticed now that he didn’t wear a shirt while sleeping. He never wears shirts, Phil! I always caught myself looking at him, his shirtless body which was covert in blankets up to his belly button. I wasn’t sure if it’s the right time but in this room was an awkward silence so I started a topic. “Dan?” “Yes?”, he replied. “W-What is with the Tracey thing now actually?”, I asked him, hoping to not get a cold look again. “Tracey?”, he asked. “Yes, Dan.” He thought of it and said “Well I was about to text her and ask her if we can meet today.” My mood went down a bit but I think I have to accept that my best friend isn’t in love with me as much as I am with him. “Okay, I’m glad for you”, I said in the most happy voice I could make now. Dan smiled at me. This smile, I’ll never get bored of it. I smiled in return. The time went by and it was 2 in the afternoon already. “Dan, did you text Tracey yet?”, I asked him. “Yes, I’ll meet her at 4!”, he said from the other side of the flat. “Good luck, Dan!”, I said with fake happiness in my voice. I still had one hour to spend with Dan, because I know he would go at 3 to be on time. I asked Dan if he wanted to play some video games for the hour he had to kill. “No, thanks”, he said. Since when doesn’t he want to play video games? I accepted his decision and asked him if he wants to do something else then. He shook his head and went to his room. I wonder what was wrong with him now. Maybe he just wants to prepare for his date with Tracey. D-Date… This word went down my back like shivers. You have to accept that Phil, Dan loves Tracey, not you.

Dan’s POV

Phil sounded so happy about the fact that I’m going out with Tracey again. I think I have to accept the fact he doesn’t love me back. I thought a lot while I was in my room. More about what I will say when I get back from “meeting Tracey”. Would I say we’re together again? Would I say we’re just friends? I really don’t know. I lied to him again and I feel bad about it. You shouldn’t lie to your best friend. But what was I about to say? No Phil, I didn’t text her because all I want is you. Do you tell your best friend those kind of things? It was quarter past 3 already, I needed to go. “See ya, Phil”, I said when I opened the door. “Good luck”, I heard him saying from his room. I went to the lift, pushing the button that leads to the first floor, not sure where I was going. I decided to take the train to the centre of London. When I arrived at Oxford Circus it was 4 already, the time I should actually be meeting my ex girlfriend. At least Phil thinks I do. I went around, trying to find the next Starbucks and when I found it, I ordered some coffee there. I sat there for 10 minutes, and then I realized someone sitting in front of me at my table. It was Tracey. Maybe I wouldn’t have to feel bad for lying to Phil now. At least I’ve met Tracey. “What are you doing here?”, I asked her. “Phil called me, asking how our date would be going after he didn’t get you on the phone.” I was shocked. “He did what?”, I asked. “You heard me, Mr. Howell. You owe me an excuse, it better be good”, she said. “First of all; How did you find me?”, I asked confused. “Dan, that’s your favourite Starbucks, where else should you be?” “True”, I said. “So? Your excuse?”, she asked. “Well, it is like, you know… Well…”, I stuttered. “Dan, please, whatever it is, you can trust me.” I don’t know why, but I trusted her, even when I didn’t tell her everything, but at least the most important things. “Well, I had some trouble going on with myself, please don’t ask, and Phil worried about me, but I just couldn’t tell him what was wrong with me, so I said I regretted breaking up with you, because I knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he finally got an answer. So today morning he asked me if I had texted you already, I said I was about to. I promised him I would. So now I ended up at Starbucks, telling you what happened recently.” She listened, you could tell she still loves me, but she knew I don’t love her anymore. “I understand, Dan”, she then said. I smiled at her, especially for not questioning what the thing was I couldn’t tell Phil about. “What did you tell Phil, though?”, I asked curiously. “I told him it’s being good so far, because I thought you would have a good reason for all that”. “Thank you so much!”, I almost screamed and ran over to her and gave her a big hug. “Now you owe me something, Dan”, she smiled. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but I asked “What?” “We’ll hang out more.” Well, I have to say, it could have been worse and actually it’s pretty useful to keep the lie to Phil going. “Okay”, I said. “Tomorrow at 4, here in Starbucks”, she announced. I nodded. We chatted a bit until the clock turned 7. I went to the train station to catch the next train to mine and Phil’s apartment. At around 8 in the evening I arrived home and I put my key in the keyhole. I was welcomed with a big hug asking me how it went. “It’s been good”, I said. “So you’re back together again?”, Phil asked curiously. “Not yet, but we’re meeting again tomorrow”, I said. He hugged me tighter as if he would be happy for me, which made me kind of sad, because I still hoped he would love me as much as I love him. But at least I have the most amazing best friend in the world. At this thought I began to smile. “Is someone hungry?”, Phil asked laughing. “Me, me, me!”, I said. “I have saved some pizza for you, Dan”, he told me. I went to the kitchen to find the pizza, but I couldn’t see any. “Phil?”, I asked. “Yes, Dan?”, he answered. “Where’s the pizza?” “In your room”, he said from across the flat. “Thanks, Phil”, I said. I’ll never get tired of saying his name. I walked into my room and found a whole pizza. Did he order a whole pizza for me and didn’t eat it? I giggled and then I ate the pizza. It was 9 in the evening meanwhile and I went to the living room, joining Phil, who was watching TV. I sat down on the couch right beside him. He didn’t really notice me there because he was too busy watching TV. I had an idea. I went to Phil’s room and got the popcorn machine. I arrived in the living room again. “POPCORN”, I announced and Phil turned around with a look I wished he would give me instead of the popcorn machine. I sat beside him on the couch again and we made some popcorn. Phil almost lay on the couch when clumsy me dropped the popcorn all over Phil. He laughed and I tried to pick up every single popcorn piece. “Dan?” “Yes?”, I asked. “There’s still popcorn under my shirt.” It was like he was testing me. There was this urge to just go under his shirt and look for it, but I couldn’t, or could I? “Then get it!”, I laughed. He put his hands under his bum “I can’t”, he announced. “Now you have to do it for me.” As much as I wanted it, just as much I didn’t want him to know that I wanted it. “No Phil”, I said while laughing. Then he set one hand free from under his bum and I thought he’d be going to get the popcorn, but he reached for my hand and put it under his shirt.