it started like this (phan)

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A/N
I'm bored so I'm gonna make this a series lmao a bit angsty so beware if u don't want a long ass story (this chapter is gonna be long and fluffy as fuck sorry)

Phil woke up the next day as a harsh, cold, and salty breeze hit his face. The second he opened his hazy eyes every recollection of the other night flashed before him. Fuck. Did he need to apologise? What was he going to say? Could they continue their tour?

As these questions circled his mind, it came to his realisation that dan was still next to him, fast a sleep with a peaceful expression on his face. His cheeks were shining in the sunlight and it came clear to phil he had been crying. And it was all his fault.

He was panicking now. Last time this happened he wasn't there the next morning. They didn't have to talk about it. But it was clear now that someone had to say something. But for some reason... he just couldn't face it. He doesn't want to hear the words that will break his heart and maybe ruin their friendship for good. And so, he did the only thing he could think was possible. Fall back to sleep.

He slowly and cautiously lay back down into the soft pillows, dipping his head into Dan's soft, brunette curls, trying to take in every second of this moment. He lay his hand onto Dan's neck and fell back to sleep, holding his limp body in his arms.

. . . . .

"Phil."
Dans voice echoed painfully in his head, muffled but loud and piercing through his brain.
"Phil. We..."
His voice croaked as if he was crying, and as he opened his eyes, his worst fears were true.

Dan was sitting crossed legged, the duvet half covering his lap. He was still in his clothes from yesterday and they were covered in creases and dust. As his eyes searched up his body, he realised dan's face was a pink shade and tears were cascading down his eyes, down his cheeks and occasionally leaning on to the bed.

As soon as dan realised that he was awake, he lifted his sweater to wipe his eyes as if he was simply tired.
"We uh... PJ called. You should get ready. I'm gonna be in the bath room. I'll be out soon."

Before phil could gather his voice, dan had rushed through the hallway into the suite, practically slamming the door behind him. Phil flinched at the harsh noise and immediately rose to his feet.

"Dan"
No reply.

"Can we talk."
Still no reply.

Phil, still overcome by sleep, stumbled to the cream door and knocked gently.

"Dan. Can we just talk about it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. Please."

After an abrupt and timid silence, he heard the door slowly unlock to reveal dan. Bags lay heavy under his eyes and his skin seemed delicate and fragile.

"So"
"So"

Each refused to look at each other, avoiding eye contact as much as they could.
Dan inhaled abruptly and looked to the floor.

"Can we talk about it later. I just need to get ready. Pj ordered us a taxi to the pier. We are going to hang out with them in Brighton. Maybe we could speak then? Without- without them. About that. Ab-"

"Ok"

He looked up for a split second and each looked into the others eyes with longing.
"Thank you."

And so that was that. Dan shut the door once again and the hotel room was left with an eerie silence. Phil went back to the bedroom and unconsciously got into a fresh pair of clothes for the day.