JenAtTheDisco

Phil sat with his laptop on his lap, searching through Twitter. He chuckled at a comment given to him by one of his many fans; 'Hey Amazingphil (https://www.deviantart.com/amazingphil), can you and danisnotonfire (https://www.deviantart.com/danisnotonfire) kiss for your Phangirls?? ;]

CRASH The door slammed open, jolting me awake. I must've falled asleep on the sofa, waiting for Phil to get home... He'd said that he would only be gone for ten mintues, and I'd believed him- Foolishly. Phil had had a problem since the incident. He'd drink and drink and drink until his stomach would swirl and loop frantically, coloured goo eventually surging out of his mouth. He'd sometimes come home forgetting that IT had happened. He'd jump in, happy-drunk, spinning and jumping and singing Muse joyfully. But then I'd ask why he was drunk and he'd remember why he'd stormed out for a drink. Why everything went wrong. Why. Why. Why. ~

Phil leaped from his bed as soon as heard the buzzing of his Tetris alarm clock. He scurried over to his closet and quickly pulled out his favorite plaid shirt and some mismatched socks. As he finished dressing his nose caught the smell of the familiar scent of freshly baked pancakes. Phil curiously stepped out of his room and made his way to the kitchen. Phil was surprised to see a gigantic stack of soft fluffy pancakes smothered in syrup and butter on a small white plate. His mouth watered and he looked around for Dan but didn't see him anywhere. Phil took one step forward when suddenly Dan jumped out from behind the coach and yelled, &ld

Dan’s favourite time of the day was morning, 11.07am to be precise, because that was the first time he ever laid eyes on real life Phil. His train had pulled into Manchester station 6 minutes late, and there stood the black scruffy haired boy with his startling blue eyes. He’d seen him on his computer screen of course, via youtube and skype, but never face to face. Never until that day, a Thursday in full sunshine at 11.07am when his entire world changed. Dan remembers getting off the train and into Phil’s arms, almost like he was in a dream. They hugged, Dan nuzzling into Phil’s neck – after all in those days P

Phil, can you open the balcony door?” Dan’s voice was raspy and weak. His flat mate and best friend, Phil Lester, let go of whatever he had in his hands and ran to do as his friend asked. That’s what he’d been doing all day; everything Dan asked for. Not something he would normally do, but today was different: Dan was sick. He’d caught the flu yesterday, and Phil could easily see he was in a lot of pain, even though he’d only been sick for a day. “Wanna watch Doctor Who? Or Buffy, maybe,” Phil’s suggested. Dan just nodded, to tired to give a proper answer. So Phil put on Doctor Who, knowi

Dan woke up to the muffled hum of traffic 15 floors below him, he'd managed to leave the window open the night before, letting the sound and the cold in. Even though he was still half asleep he could tell something wasn't quite right. He rolled out of bed, scratching his head and shuffling to the doorway he finally realised what it was, he couldn't hear Phil crashing round in the kitchen, making a mess like he always did. Dan was nearly always up before Phil, but it was later than usual and Dan had assumed Phil would of gotten up by now. He pushed his bedroom door open and peered down the corridor into the lounge and kitchen room, there was

"Look, I don't want to talk about it anymore, just leave me alone." Dan glared at Phil and tried to make his anger convincing, even though he felt like he'd break down any second. The two boys had been shouting at each other a while now and nothing had been resolved. "OK Dan, I understand…" Phil whispered, staring down at the floor of Dans' room. "I'm sorry…" he barely breathed the words but Dan still heard them. They made him look down too. With this Phil let out a shaky sigh and turned his back on his friend just as he felt the tears start to burn his eyes. Why hadn't he just told Dan sooner? Phil's vision had completely blur

The room was ridiculously hot, Phil had been lying in bed for the past five hours and sleep had not yet taken him. He checked the clock next to his bed once more: 4:12, the boys had decided to have an early night since the weather was too stuffy to go out and all they'd really do anyway was get drunk for the 10th time in a row, none of them really felt up to doing it again. So Dan and Phil had gone off into the room they were sharing and PJ and Chris went off into the adjoining one, as far as Phil could tell they had all had no trouble getting to sleep. This bothered him. Phil let out a sigh and kicked the thin cover off of him, even with j

Dan's POV It came as a chock when Phil pressed his lips against mine, but I quickly realised what was going on and returned the kiss. I'd never felt anything like this before. I'd been kissing many girls trough my life, but I'd never kissed a boy, and I'd never kissed a person with so much feeling behind. I didn't want to separate the kiss, but eventually we had to, to catch our breath. I pulled away from Phil, but only so there was like three inches between us. We looked each other in the eyes trying to find words, I felt like drowning in those blue eyes of his. We placed our foreheads together before I kissed him again, this time a little

Phil's POV I woke up and looked around me, the morning sun shined trough the windows. I picked up my glasses and put them on before I looked at the time, it was only 7AM. I felt confused; I didn't remember when I fell asleep last night, or how I got changed into my PJ's. Tired I got out of bed and stumbled into the living room, my head hurt after I'd been crying yesterday. Suddenly last night came back to me, Dan woke me up when he got home, and made sure that I got ready to bed. After that I went to bed. I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands, I wanted to cry again. That's how Dan found me, sitting on the couch with my head in