Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Twelve

As soon as he's changed the bell at the front door sounds. Dan bolts down the stairs and gets to the door before either of his parents could. "Phil, hello!" Dan greets with a huge smile. Phil isn't wearing anything special, just a plain jumper with some skinny jeans. Although he still looks amazing.

"Hi Dan, you look. Wow." Phil breathes, scanning Dan up and down with wide eyes.

"Is it to much?"

"No no never! You looked great. In fact you look so good part of me wants to cancel the date and just stay here and make out with you." A smirk makes its way into Phil's lips and Dan slaps his arm.

"Shut up." Dan rolls his eyes before turning around and yelling into his house. "I'm going out! I'll be home late but I'll be with Phil so don't worry!" He turns back to Phil. "Shall we get going?"

"We shall." He grabs Dan's hand and pulls him away from the house after he closes the front door behind them. "You'll love the little dinner I'm bringing you to. Everyone there is super nice and the food is great as well. Speaking of food, did you know chocolate chipped cookies were made on accident?" Phil starts off the conversation with a random fact, which doesn't surprise Dan at all. It goes on like that for the whole walk. Phil talks the most, spitting out random facts and making Dan laugh.

It's a nice walk, and it's comfortable being with Phil. Time flies and he doesn't even notices when their hands let go and Phil wraps his arm around Dan's waist, holding Dan's body close to his. Dan even leaned into him and rested his head against Phil's shoulder.

"We're here." Dan frowns at those two words as Phil stops in front of a little diner in town. "Do you want to sit across from each other or next to each other in a booth. Either way I'll be able to kiss you." He gently presses his lips up against Dan's cheek. It's a light peck but there's feeling behind it.

"Um, next to each other in a booth." Dan doesn't know why, but he blushes. Just being with Phil makes him giddy.

"As you wish darling." Phil leads him into the small diner with his arm still around Dan's waist. When he opens the door the smell of comfort foods almost overwhelms him. It's a cozy little place, it has booths lined across the wall, small tables filling the rest of the space, and a breakfast bar occupied by some guys drinking and laughing at each other's jokes taking up the other wall.

"Phil!" A voice calls and both boys turn their attention towards a chef waving to them from the breakfast bar. His hair is wavy and he has a brown scruff covering his chin and jaw. Definitely not the type of person Dan would expect Phil to know.

"James how are you? How's the Mrs?" Phil asks from across the room.

"I'm great and the Mrs is expecting so I've been as busy as ever. But we're good. How 'bout yourself?" James has a thick Scottish accent that is hard to decode. Dan has to replay every sentence he says over again to get what the conversation is about.

"I'm doing great as well James." He flashes the chef a toothy grin. Dan's faces pinkens with jealousy at how comfortable the two are around each other.

"Who's the lad on your arm?" James asks, one of his eyebrows raising with suspicion.

"This is Dan, he's my date." Phil leans over and presses his lips against his ear. Dan instantly responds with a blush and covers his face.

"He's a cute one and he seems nice. But if he turns out like Chad I'll be on his case 'till the end of time y'hear?" James points his spatula at Dan as a warning.