MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Japan Or Bust💎

Their flight lasted a 11 hours. Eleven ruthless hours to two 6 foot giants, but thankfully Daniel pitched in money to pay for extra legroom. Lord knows they were going to need it. The whole flight, the brunet couldn't help gazing at the beautiful ring Phil got for him, the clouds just outside his window didn't compare to the beauty that was on his hand.

Phil slept most of the time. They decided to just fly themselves, they didn't need a big ceremony or Ant - even though leaving him was hard for both of them - it was just cheaper this way.

Emerging from the plane, hand in hand, they found their luggage and crammed inside of a taxi, fatigue quickly weighing on their shoulders. Dan wanted nothing more than to get to their hotel and fall asleep for the next 24 hours.

And that's what happened, they were too tired to even care about the beautiful hotel and the fountains in the lobby, their eyes were already shut tight as soon as they closed the door to their room.

Dan found the bed, kicking off his shorts and sliding under the blankets. Phil chuckled from across the room, stripping and curling up against his husband to be.

They were getting married in three days.

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Dan awoke to soft light streaming in from the many windows that decorated 1/4 of their walls in the bedroom. They had gotten a suite, now he was finally able to look at the massive bedroom. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the clock told him it was 9 AM, which would be 1 in the afternoon back home in London.

The floor was marble, and the walls were white with various pink flowers lining them. The room dropped down past one stair, and under the step was a soft white glow that acted as a nightlight. Coming from the hall right beside the stair, came a cloud of steam as Phil opened the bathroom door and stepped onto the tiles, only a towel around his waist. He was brushing his teeth, his black hair swept across his forehead, dripping onto his shoulders.

"You're awake," Phil smiled.

"Yeah. 'Morning." Dan croaked, frowning at how dry his mouth was. Leaving the warmth of the all-white bed, his feet hit the cold floor and instantly gave him chills. Brushing past his fiance, he wandered into the small kitchen and drank from the tap. He heard the water in the bathroom running and when he turned around Phil was waddling over to him, towel still around his waist.

"I'm marrying my soulmate in two days." Phil smiled, wrapping his arms around the brunet's waist and kissing his shoulder.

"Oh my God, don't remind me. I'm so fucking excited." he smiled cheerfully, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and kissing him on his lips.

"What do you wanna do until then?" Phil wiggled his eyes, causing the younger of the two to laugh and remove himself from his arms.

Dan spoke as he headed back into the room and Phil grabbed his bag to clothes. "Well, since we're here. Why not go sightseeing?"

"I'm down."

"I wanna call PJ first, see how Ant is doing," Dan said, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching Phil turn and drop his towel to step into his briefs and bottoms. Dan smacked his ass.

"I love you so much," Phil laughed.

"I love you more." 

"Nuh-uh," Phil scoffed.

"Uh-huh."

"No way," 

"Yes, way."

"I love you most."

"Okay fine. Let's go look at outside already."

Phil only smiled and shook his head, grabbing Dan by the waist as he tried to leave the bedroom, throwing him back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

He was marrying his best friend in two days.

a/n

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