Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Eight

He can feel Phil's voice vibrating against his back and the low tones of his voice right next to his ears calms him. Allows him to lose himself in Phil. Phil Lester. What a beautiful name.

He's pulled out of his trance when Phil kisses his ear. "Stop doing that." Dan grunts and moves his head away from Phil.

"Doing what?"

"Kissing my cheek or ear or nose. You keep flirting with me and it's annoying." He mutters.

"I'm sorry if it annoys you sweetheart, but I'm not sure if you've forgotten that I have a bet to win. Besides, you looked to cute to not kiss you." He rubs his head against Dan's and the brunette whines for him to stop being so childish.

"Stop!" Dan whines playfully, trying to move away from Phil only to be pulled into a tight embrace and having his cheeks kissed by Phil's soft lips. He's always so gentle with Dan. Never wanting to go to far but just enough. "Phil stop!" He whines and tries to pull away even if he is smiling and enjoying being where Phil's attention lies.

"Never!" He purrs into Dan's ear and smiles widely.

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Dan pushes Phil away and  turns around to stare at him as he takes slow deep breaths. He wishes he could tell what he was thinking behind his knitted eyebrows and his blue eyes that were now filled with confusion instead of happiness. "What's wrong babe?"

"Nothing, I just need some space right now. We can keep rehearsing though." Dan is no longer sitting in Phil's lap, instead he's facing him. Dan grabs his papers in a hurry but Phil places his hand on top of the brunette's hand making him pause.

"Dan what's wrong?" His voice is obviously worried.

"Nothing okay? I just need to not be in contact with you right now okay is that to much to ask?" He snaps. Phil removes his hand from over Dan's and sadly nods in defeat. Dan sighs. "I'm going to get a drink of water." He announces, getting off the couch and walking to Phil's kitchen.

He grabs a plastic cup and fills it with water before downing it quickly, letting the cold fluid calm his senses and keep him on his toes. Then he walks over to the sink and splashes his face with water before wiping it off with his sweatshirt sleeve. "Are you sure you're okay?" Phil's voice sounds from the entrance and Dan turns towards him with a jump.

"Don't scare me like that." He mutters, placing the plastic cup in the sink and sighing.

"Then don't shut me out. We've been making progress, you don't snap as much around me." Phil explains, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame leading into the kitchen.

"Well I don't really think that's going to change." Dan hisses, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms like Phil.

"Why not? It's hard to win this bet when you won't cooperate with me. And I really want to win, Dan."

"Is that all I am? A freaking bet?" Dan snaps and runs his hand threw his hair. He's getting tense, he can feel it from the tightening in his muscles and the way he's so quick to snap.

"Of course not Dan, you're so much more than that. The bet is only a small part of it." Phil sighs. "I'll be in the living room, come when you've calmed down and you can stop acting up." He turns around and shoves his hands into his pocket, walking out of the kitchen and across the hall to the living room.

"Phil wait." Dan jogs up to him and rests his hand on his shoulder. Phil doesn't turn around to face him, he keeps staring straight forward. But he does pause to listen to Dan. "What did you mean by that?" Phil lets out a soft chuckle and is so glad his parents weren't home to hear this conversation. He turns towards Dan.