Insecure |Phan|

Chapter 3

"Come on, it's not like you'll actually be able to walk with a sprained leg anyway, and besides, I've always wanted to carry someone that way." Phil pursues, his persistent side coming out, much to Dan's dismay.

Dan finally gave in with a sigh, seeing as there was no other choice. He gave a shy smile headed towards Phil's direction and mumbled, "Alright."

A squeal came from Phil as he practically leaps out of the car and gets out. Dan is soon greeted by an excited looking Phil on his side of the car, and suddenly feels Phil's arms under his legs.

He feels himself and his limp body being lifted up, colliding with the fresh air of the horizon. Dan's head was comfortably pressed against Phil's chest, and oddly enough, none of them resisted the position. 

It was awkward, to say the least, from Dan's point of view. Phil seemed to be enjoying himself loads, with a smirk etched onto his face.

However, Dan couldn't deny the gentle warmth from Phil's body enveloping him like a thin blanket on a snowy December night, and the sweet smell of vanilla and coffee overtaking him. 

He felt himself blushing unbelievably red, and his heart seemed to be beating at a hundred miles a minute. His entire body from his fingers to his toes was ignited on fire by one simple touch of Phil's warm arms wrapped around Dan's body.

Soon enough, Dan had a smile painted onto his flustered face, except this time, it was a real one, and it sure as hell wasn't fading away anytime soon.

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Phil only let Dan down once to let Dan take out his keys to open the front door, and then he quickly swept Dan up again and carried him up to the bathroom.

"How did you know exactly where the bathroom was?" Dan asked, slightly amazed.

Phil shrugged. "I live right next door, you spork, I'm guessing the house structure would be somewhat similar." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah." Dan giggled. He sure was embarrassing himself a lot in front of Phil, considering it was the first day of meeting each other.

Phil joined in, laughing cutely, leaving Dan to admire how the boy in front of him was so beautiful. Phil gently placed Dan on the toilet seat, crouching in front of him after gathering bandages and antiseptics he had rummaged through from Dan's bathroom closet.

"Alright, this might hurt a bit." Phil quietly whispered. He brought his hand up to Dan's cheek slowly and started cleaning the dark red gashes freshly made on Dan's face. 

Dan winced, and it took all of his will not to pull back from the pain, but he knew Phil was just trying to help him, so he kept still. Soon, the stinging of the alcohol on his wounds was numbed by the comfort of Phil constantly mumbling soothing words to the scared looking Dan.

Dan's eyes never left Phil's face, and for a split second, Phil looked up from where he was bandaging, and collided his blue eyes with Dan's brown ones.

None of them broke the gaze, and time seemed to suddenly freeze as Dan got lost in the raging depths of Phil's oceanic blue orbs. 

Goddamnit his eyes are bluer than the ocean, you could practically go swimming in them. Dan thought to himself.

Phil's face immediately turned bright red and he mumbled under a shy smile, "Thanks."

Dan shook his head quickly to break himself out of his trance and stuttered furiously, "Oh my g- I'm- I, uh, I didn't mean to- I.." 

Phil cut Dan off from his stumbling voice and replied with a grin, "No, no, I, uh, I actually think it's really cute how say what you're thinking out loud." Dan swore that once Phil smiled, the world turned a slight bit brighter.