Dan slowly rubs his eyes open, squinting at the light coming in through his bedroom window. He sits up and glances at the clock beside him that told him the time was 2:37 in the afternoon.
Dan groans to himself and forces his body out of the warmth of his bed. He yawned and stretched dramatically to himself. He grabbed a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants from the floor by his feet, and, sniffing them, decided they weren't too dirty. He tugged on the pants then padded barefoot out into the hallway.
Trying to put on a shirt and walk downstairs right after you wake up is apparently not a good idea, as Dan finds out, when he trips and lands at the bottom of them on him bum. He rubbed the side of his head as he had hit it on the way down.
"Oh yeah. That's just fucking perfect" He muttered to himself, clumsily standing up. "'S not like it would have been a good day anyways."
The cynical boy sighed. He was very lonely. He had dropped out of Uni last year and lives in a flat, paid for by his parents, by himself now. He has a few friends, but he can tell they don't really like him. But it's not like it's for no reason; Dan doesn't respond to texts for months on end, and whenever he does go out, all he does is whine about wanting to be home again. He spends his days on the internet wallowing in self pity and the filth that is his flat.
And his parents are cutting him off next week. They'd had enough of his 'oh woe is me' bullshit and aren't goung to pay for his flat anymore. Dan didnt know what he was going to do.
Probably nothing. Maybe live with a friend of his until they kick him out. Maybe go straight to being homeless.
Dan sighed and threw himself down on the sofa, and set himself up for the same exact thing he did yesterday; and the day before that; and the day before that. He shrugged himself down into a comfortable position that was gradually deforming his neck, grabbed his laptop off the coffee table, and logged into tumblr.
He stayed like that most of the day. Occasionally off to eat or take a wee. At one point he actually watched a bit of Deathnote on Nerflix. The highlight of his day was jerking off in the shower he had after he spilt coffee on himself.
Now it was 11:48 at night. Dan decided to move everything to his bedroom. Once he had everything situated how he liked, Dan once again opened tumblr.
Dan came across something rather interesting. It was a gif set of a man who looked close to Dan's age, maybe a bit older, dancing about with stuffed animals, singing into a hairbrush, sharpie drawn on his face. Lobster claws? He looked rather silly.
And utterly adorable.
Dan clicked on the link at the bottom of the post and it led him to a video titled 'My mum is a lobster'. Dan noted the channel name; AmazingPhil. What a funny name. He clicked play.
Dan laughed more then he had in years. He didn't know what it was about the strange boy with the dark hair, but Dan was intrigued. He clicked on the next video.
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Dan spent the whole night watching AmazingPhil videos and laughing his arse off. He was pretty sure he'd watched every single one. At some point Dan had managed to pull up Phil's twitter. And tumblr. And Instagram. And Facebook page.
Shut up, it's not weird.
And just like that, Dan is totally immersed in the person that is Phil Lester.
Hi, and thanks for reading, haha. I'm actually going to continuosly update thus, I promise! But, I'll probably forget, so please bother me about it a lot. Message me, comment, whatever. I know this was short, I'm planning on making other chapters longer. And I might change to first person POV later on as well, but I'm not sure yet. This is my first Phanfic, so it's not gonna b the best.Thanks for reading, vote and comment if you wanna :)
(Video mentioned is in the media box thingy :3)
