Bring Me Home // Phan

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Phil's POV

As we sat together, the room began to darken.

I couldn't make out Dan's face as more than a silhouette, but even so, I knew what it was saying.

I held his hand in mine as I felt his breathing steady, and his tears slow.

Then, amongst the thick silence, I spoke the dreaded words. I knew he didn't want to talk, but I needed to know.

"Why did you do this?"

"I don't know."

"Dan... tell me."

He sighed, gripping my hand tighter. I felt a tear drip onto my skin.

"I messed everything up. I should've told you, but I just ran away. I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not."

"I deserved to hurt. I hurt you."

"No, you don't. Please don't hurt yourself." In the darkness, I found his face, cupping it in my hand and kissing him softly.

Dan sniffed as we broke apart, "Does this mean we're... going out?"

"Yes please."

We hugged together for a while, and I got my phone out to check my notifications.

I scrolled through twitter for a bit before going to youtube to see how my channel was doing.

Dan moved slightly in my arms to look, and I held the screen so he could see, "Look, our video got to 3 million views! That's amazing!"

He snuggled into me further, and an idea popped into my head.

"Why don't you start your own channel?"

It seemed to take him a moment to process my question, as if contemplating something.
"I would, but I'm not interesting enough, and no one would like me."

"Don't say that - you're so funny, Dan, you'd be amazing."

"I'll think about it." He said, giving up.

He rested his head on my chest, yawning.

"I love you so fucking much, Dan." I whispered to him, as I felt his body become heavier in my arms, and I knew he'd fallen asleep.