Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Six

"That was fun, we should act like a couple more often." Phil wiggles his eyebrows at Dan, it makes the brunette's stomach churn with a feeling that's decided to stick around.

"Shut up you idiot. That will never happen. We're not even friends." Dan shakes his head and keeps his eyes locked on his phone. He wasn't on Phil's account or his mum's account. He was on the account of a teen from school who had said some stuff Dan would rather not repeat. He wasn't trying to find anything out about the teen, he already knew all he needed. This time all he was going to do was put a virus on his computer that would make his computer shut off then turn back on and say 'Try being nice Brandon' then shut off again. Then the next time he turned it on it do the same thing.

"That will change Danny-kins. I'll win this bet and have you begging to kiss these beautiful lips of mine." Phil puckers up his lips and Dan rolls his eyes in disapproval.

"In your dreams." Dan sneers, he's sounds like an ass. He always does though. That's nothing new, and it's certainly not changing anything soon.

"Oh but Dan you are my dreams." Phil kisses Dan's cheek and his whole face heats up, Dan stutters out a jumble of words before finally spitting out a reply.

"Shut up." Dan turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket, he can't have any distractions when talking to someone like Phil. One wrong move and he'll end up on a date.

Phil pulls him closer and leans his head against the brunette's. "Do you really want your future husband to shut up?" He asks, kissing Dan's ear lightly. Just enough for his whole body to tingle.

"Yes."

"So I'm your future husband?" The smile on Phil's face is something Dan can't quite make up. It's a mix between happiness and the quirky side of Phil Dan has come to know very well after the months they've known each other.

"Shut up." Dan whines, giving Phil a small playful push that makes him laugh.

"Make me." Phil challenges, pecking close to Dan's mouth, making his whole body light up with a sensation he doesn't know the name of. But he likes it, he likes this feeling Phil puts on him. The pounding in his chests that he has to control. He blames it all on his illness, the illness that he probably still has in his heart locked up in a lab that was cold and lifeless, waiting to be tested on to try and find a cure for the disease he's spent four years trying to forget. If it wasn't for that illness he wouldn't be an ass, or maybe he would, and he wouldn't have to be in this awkward situation with a teen who is dying to kiss him.

"In that case you can keep talking." Dan smiles at his comeback and at the way Phil pouts.

"I hate you." Phil sighs and shakes his head, letting Dan know he won.

"If you say so." Dan sings, skipping a little to let Phil know he was happy that he won and was rubbing it in for the world to see.

"I do say so." Phil replies. Dan hums and is surprised when Phil turns him around to face him in the middle of the pavement. "But I also say that I want you to be mine."

Grey clouds slowly roll over the distance, letting them both know rain was coming soon. Dan doesn't say anything, in fact he looks down at his black sneakers that were scratched and bruised from being worn to much. Phil tilts Dan's chin up so he meets his eyes and Dan's heart starts to beat.

"I-I'm uncomfortable." Dan stutters, pushing away from Phil who nods in understanding.

"I'm sorry, I just want you to be comfortable around me." He grabs Dan's hand lightly. It's a small gesture of comfort but it feeling that washes over Dan. Phil's thumb rolls over the back of Dan's hand and his lips curl into a small crooked grin. "You have really nice hands."

"That's a first." Dan chuckles, looking down at their interlocked hands.

They stand there for a few moments that feel like an eternity to them. A peaceful eternity. "Someday." Phil whispers, letting go of Dan's hand and ushering him along the pavement. Dan wear a confused expression but walks along with him anyways, although his hand is empty and there was no way in hell Dan would reach for Phil's soft hands. He knows it would cure his empty feeling, but he doesn't have th guys. Or the heart. So instead, he kisses Phil cheek and just kept walking along beside him like it was nothing.

"Why did you-" Phil starts only to be cut off by Dan.

"Shut up Lester and just keep walking, being with you is a pain as is, hearing you blabber on about crap is making it worse." The brunette snaps.

Phil smirks and wraps his arm around Dan's waist. "What ever you say Howell."

A/N I had little to no wifi and I thought I PUBLISHED this when I had the chance I am so sorry I almost had a heart attack when I saw it wasn't published. I also really sick and felt like crap but now I'm slightly better. I just watched the documentary so that was fun.

Also this was a filler, and quite honestly it stinks so I apologize.