This is my first fanfic, and I don't know If I should do a part 2, maybe if it's requested :) Please comment! I love criticism :)
Enjoy! Amazingphil/danisnotonfire Phan
"Phil, I'm home!" Dan shouted as he walked through the apartment door in his and his best friends flat. It was a rainy day in Manchester, and Dan had just been out getting some orange juice. Now his hair that earlier had been perfectly straight, looked curly and wet.
Phil sat on the couch in the living room with his feet up on the cushions and his laptop in his lap.
"I'm in here!" He called over his shoulder back to his friend. He'd been busy editing his newest video, but now he turned the laptop of, putting it down. Over his shoulder, he caught sight of Dan and smiled.
"Raining? You're soaked."
"Oh god, don't look at me" Dan chukled and covered his hair with his hand. "I have my hobbit hair again" his voice was stained with a heavy British accent. He pulled off his shoes and jacket, and walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice to himself.
"Want some?" he asked Phil, who leant against the countertop and nodded at Dan's offer while he brushed his dark hair out of his eyes.
"It's not that bad, you could definitely have worse hair." He said. Suddenly he spotted a droplet of water running down Dan's face. He leand forward to point briefly at it.
"Dan, you're dripping."
"That's what she said!" Dan answered, laughing and did a snap and point thing with his hand. "No okay, you're right, I should go and get in the shower" he gave Phil the glass with juice, and their fingers brushed each other. Deep in Dan's stomach, butterflies began to move. Mentally, Dan shook his head. Phil was not gay... or at least he didn't think so. Could he be? Dan searched Phil's face for a brief moment. Was there something moving, in bright, blue eyes? Or had he just imagined it? He wasn't really sure.
"Anyway, that about my hair... was that supposed to be a compliment?" he asked with a little laugh to break the tension. Phil himself was fighting not to grab hold of Dans hand againg, press against it hard, and never ever let go. He felt his breathing begin to falter, and he resisted the urge to lean in and kiss Dan right on his soft lips. His eyes darted to Dan's but then they dropped. Dan didn't like him in that way, couldn't ever like him that way. He cleared his throat gently, took a sip of his juice and ignored the fluttering in his chest. His words came without having thought about them.
"Yeah, it was. I like your hair." He pressed his fingers to the cool glass of juice, examining the oragne liquid so he didn't have to meet Dan's eyes. Dan froze. Not knowing what to answer, he stutterd
"uh thank you. I like you too"
Oh crap. In his brain, Dan slapped himself. Had he just said that? He cleared his throat, turned walked quickly to the bathroom. As fast as he entered, he quickly shut and locked the door behind him. His whole body felt like it was on fire. A shaky laugh escaped his lips. Danisnotonfire, was really on fire for once. He shook his head, took three deep breaths and began to get ready for his nice, soothing shower.
Phil brought his almost-empty glass to his lips. Could Dan...'like' him? The same way that Phil 'liked' Dan? His mind was racing, replaying what his best friend just had said to him. Phil wandered to the bathroom, knocking tentatively on the door and hoping Dan hadn't gotten into the shower yet. They really needed to talk about this. He knocked again.
"Dan? Are you in the shower?"
Dan jumped when the knocks reached his ears.
"No. I mean y-yes. But hang on, I'll put on a towel and open the door" Dans hands were shaking as he stepped out of the shower, and when he had wrapped a towel securely around his waist, he slowly opened the door.
"Um…hi" he said
Phil's eyes dropped momentarily to Dans bare chest before they darted back up, a hint of a blush high on his cheeks.
"Hi." He blinked, twisted his hands together almost nervously and swept his hair across his face.
"Um... You said that you 'Like Me'...what did that mean...exactly?" he said slowly and searched Dan's dark eyes.
"Uh.. I.. I never meant to say it, only to think it" Dan answered awkwardly. Then, as he realized what he'd said, he facepalmed. He had done it again, talked before thinking. There lay a heavy fog of embarrassing silence over the two boys. After a while, Dan took a deep breath and nodded to himself.
"Phil... I... ugh. Even if i never meant to say it out loud, every word was still true. I like you. No, Phil, actually I think I love you. And I understand if you don't feel the same. And I am really sorry if I've ruined our friendship forever, but all I've got is the truth, and here it is." There. He had said it. He waited for his best friend to react, every nerve in his body holding its breath. On a fleeting courage, Phil leant toward Dan, pressing his lips carefully but firmly to Dan's. Then he pulled away, blue eyes wide. His heart hammered in his throat, his hands dropping back to his sides. Dan's head was spinning and he had to remind himself to breathe. As he slowly got back to reality, Phil was turning away.
"I'll uh, let you finish your shower" Phil said. Dan quickly raised his hand and put it on his best friends shoulder.
"Join me, Phil" Dan said suddenly, his voice very low. "Join me" he said again, louder, to make sure that he was being heard. His lips were stinging, but in a nice sort of way. Like the sun was shining on those exact same places where Phil's lips had met his. Phil turned back to Dan, heat shimmering across his skin, settling in his stomach, and took a half-step into the bathroom. The thought of this, the simple idea of showering with Dan made his lips dry so he swallowed hard and smiled. His fingers found the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it off, letting it fall on top of dan's clothes on the floor. His eyes rose, pupils blown wide, to search Dan's and his hands fell to the button of his jeans, slipping it through hesitantly and ignoring the way his breath halted softly in his chest.
As Phil started working with his clothing, Dan felt himself get hard. Was this really happening? Where all his dreams finally coming true? If this was a dream, he hoped that he would never wake up. Phil was now completely naked, and after dan had slipped out of the towel, so was he. The both boys grabbed a strong hold of eachothers hands and stepped into the shower together. Dans left hand traced up Phil's chest, touched his collarbones, stroked behind his ear and knotted itself to a fist in Phil's black, soft hair. He looked happily at those wonderful blue eyes, that he'd gotten lost in so many times before, and those pink, soft little lips, that he'd wanted so close. He pulled Phil in for a soft, very passionate kiss, and their lips moved in harmony as the warm water came on and soaked them both