Phil's POV-
I tried desperately to help Dan forget about the dream. I still wasn't sure exactly what had gotten him so upset, I mean, it was an awful nightmare, but why couldn't he seem to forget about it...?
Despite it all, we had a really nice time at the movies. I enjoyed what I was watching. Dan, however, seemed to just be day dreaming about whatever his mind wandered to. But he was happy. And that's all that mattered.
After all, I had been day dreaming a lot recently too. My newly realized feelings for him were quite the distraction. When I sat down on the edge of my bed that night, I asked myself a question I had avoided trying to answer for a while now.
What was my plan here?
Would I eventually reveal how I felt to him? If so, how would I do it? Would I pull a cheesy cliche scene by waiting for the right moment and spontaneously kissing him? Or would I sit down with him and have a "serious talk" with him? Would I leave him a note, or buy him a bouquet, or ask him to be my valentine in January? Could I do it in a video? Or by text? Or casually slip it into a conversation?
Good god, I don't know.
What if I didn't do it at all? What if I spent the rest of my life staring longingly at him, unable to take the risk?
What if he rejected me? What if he tells me he doesn't feel the same way? What if he completely disgusted by me? What if he hates me?
But what if he DOES feel the same way? What if he accepts it and takes me in his arms and puts his soft lips on mine? What if, in the middle of vidcon, he suddenly stands up and says "I need you to know that I love you, Phillip Lester." and takes my hand in front of the millions of screaming fans below? What if we become a couple? And have to tell our parents and friends and fans and families? What if we get married someday? What of we go on this big adventure of a life together, just me and him, Dan and Phil against the world?
Okay, okay, okay Phil. Calm the hell down. Lets consider this a bit more carefully over time, and things will all work themselves out.
Then my door creaked open.
"Hey, Phil?"
"Hm?"
"You okay there?"
Dan asked. I must've had a confused look on my face.
"Yeah, yeah. Just thinking."
"Alright. Well I'm going to bed."
I stood up and walked over to where he was standing.
"Will you be okay tonight...?"
I asked.
"I think so... Hopefully I'll get a better rest tonight then I did last night."
He started to close the door again but I stopped him.
One last time, I wrapped him up in a tight hug.
"Just knock if you need me."
He sighed.
"I will."
And then he was gone.
I sat down and switched off my lamp, off to dream about whatever my mind might wander to.
