Happy Little Phil

•Phil's POV•

I woke up to the sound of Dans piano notes softly echoing through the small flat. I rubbed my eyes and reached over to my bedside table, putting my glasses on. I sat up and looked lazily at the digital clock on my bureau. '2:30 AM.' Is he kidding? I groaned and sat so my legs were dangling off my bed. He always had a habit of practicing songs on his piano late but never this late. I walked lazily through the hallway. The bottom of my long pajama pants scooping under my heels. His door was open, I clearly heard the piano through the hallway. I recognized the sound and stopped in the hallway. He liked to play songs from old theater performances and things like that but never anything I really recognized clearly. Except now. I recognized it so clearly. Happy little pill. One of my friends, Troye had a single that came out the day before and I had a listen. The song was crisp and clean. I didn't think Dan had heard it but considering he lived on his laptop it made sense. I walked into his doorway and leaned on the side of it. He looked up to me, acknowledging that I was there but looking back down and continuing. "Dan?" I asked groggily, my voice still tired and raspy. "Yes?" He hummed, finally pulling his gentle fingers off the keys and resting them in his lap, looking up to me. "Happy Little Pill?" I asked with a small smile I couldn't hide. "Nope." He hummed, lifting his hands from his lap and continuing, occasionally but rarely looking up to the crisp sheet of piano music he recently printed, containing the music of Troyes song. He began again. I raised an eyebrow, the rhythm was identical to Happy Little Pill. Most definitely. "What?" I mumbled and he looked up and patted the seat next to him. Once again stopping. I shuffled over and sat beside him in confusion. "Give me your hands." He stated suggestively. His tone deep but comforting for some reason. I held out my hands questionably and he put his over mine. His fingers aligned with mine. "Dan it's too late." I said, hinting to the many nights he had tried to teach me how to play the piano with the same technique, but with my extreme lack of talent, always failed. "Shh." He mumbled moving my hands along the keys, instead if teaching me he was playing with me. The sound was gorgeous, I secretly wished I could do it myself. "Are you sure this isn't..."

"Happy Little Pill?" He interrupted.

I nodded and he shook his head no.

"Then what is it?" He smiled and sang softly to answer my question. His voice like silk, soft and clean.

My Happy Little Phil

Take Me Away

Dry my eyes

Bring Color To My Skies

My Sweet Little Phil...

He continued, singing every note perfectly, moving my fingers along the keys. We continued to play, me singing along as Dan concentrated on our hands. Let's just say we both fell asleep later than I thought we would that night, the loud sounds of Dans old piano echoing through the flat.