Dan's POV-
I wake up at 11am. Not too bad, considering I went to bed at 2. I get up and stretch before going downstairs. Phil's left the cupboard door open last night, again. I shake my head. We've been living together for three months. Surely by now he should have stopped living the bloody doors open. I reach for my cereal. I see that there's only enough for one bowl left. I swear I had more than this yesterday! This keeps happening, I swear I'm going insane. My crunchy nut keeps disappearing. I have my cereal and my coffee and sit down, turning the TV on to watch death note. I hear Phil walking down the stairs.
"Morning" I smile at him. His hair is up in a scruffy quiff again and he has his glasses on. I love how he looks in the morning. I love how he looks everyday.
"Morning" he chirps.
"You left the cupboard door open again" I nag.
"You didn't wash the dishes again" he sings. I sigh.
"Do I look like I give a damn about the dishes?" I ask.
"Well do I look like I give a damn about the cupboard door and whether it's open or not?" he shoots back.
"Well-"
"You're fighting a losing battle here, Danny" he shuts me up.
"Don't call me Danny" I mutter.
"Ok Danny" he sasses. I scowl at him. He giggles. I look at him for a moment, taking in his features. His pale skin contrasting with his black hair, his cute button nose and his slightly puckered lips... I don't look at him as a friend. I like him. I like like him. He's just so gorgeous and he has a great personality. He also has these ways of doing things that are so wonderfully endearing. He's so cute but hot at the same time and I can't help crushing on him. Anyone in their right mind would.
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Forever (Phan)
Fanfiction"You haven't told him you're desperately in love with him?" "I'm not!" A story, not unlike any other. A story about love.
