.:Runaway:. Phan

Title: Runaway *PHAN*
Pairing: PHAN (Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire on youtube)
Rating: 14+ *Warning – strong language*
Description:  It took him by surprise, and before he could respond to what was happening, Emotions took over.

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-Third person-

The world seemed to spin around him, everything heading in slow motion as he zoned out into the floor below his feet.

Phil played with his hands, his black fringe falling in front of his eyes as he spoke with the most sincerity. His form slowly slumped down in the chair he sat in, ignoring the people around him.

Dan, sat there, listening – yet dead to the world. His eyes lost their gloss for a moment or two, as he took in what the older of the two had just said. Simple words had turned into a mind fuck. Simple thoughts had turned into something that stood in front of him.

He looked up, lips a lighter shade then they were moments before – teeth marks dented on fragile skin.

-Moments before-

They sat there, enjoying each other's company.  A long day had strained them both.

Across from one and another, there they sat at a outdoors restaurant, half eaten food and large drinks placed in front of the.

Phil brought a white napkin towards his lips, wiping off splattered sauce from his meal below. Folding the dirty napkin beside his plate, he placed both elbows on the table, hands soon folded underneath his chin.

"So Dan, tell me. Something has been bothering you today. You have hardly touched your food."

Daniel sat there, peering down at his meal. Phil was right. There were many things currently on his mind. Some to be spoken, some to be kept to himself.

"Well, I don't think it's really important. Some silly thoughts just making me ponder."

Dan gave a reassuring smile towards the man that sat in front of him. Phil couldn't help but return with a worried smile, though not returning to the subject."

"Well then, tell me this. How has your love life been going? We haven't talked much about that, even though I'm not one to press into personal matters."

Dan almost chocked on his own saliva as he thought about the question. His love life? Sure he was young, but he wasn't one to go out on many dates, or attempt to hook up with girls.

He was someone who spent his days on twitter, youtube, tumblr – all things that took up most of his time, him being a popular youtuber. Though, his love life... He hadn't thought much about love.

Love, it seemed nonexistent to someone who was basically married to his career. Though he had fallen, fallen to someone. That someone sat before him – asking the very question that ate at his thoughts.

Phillip Lester was a character. Talkative, handsome, charming in his own way. He had no problems towards expressing his feelings to others, nor did he ever try not to act like himself. Not only did he lift Dan's  mood when he spoke, even him being in the same room brought a smile to his face.

Without warning, the brunette soon felt a wave of sweat hit. It was sudden, it being only April. His face tinting with a faint un-noticeable blush, he brought his left hand to his face.

"I guess I haven't really had one lately, though I do have my crushes – as lame as it might seem."

Phil seemed to slightly straighten, eyes wandering for a moment. "Oh really, like who?"  

"Nobody in-particular." Dan looked down towards his meal that had slowly started to turn cold. He picked up a fork, and started to pick up a piece Dan couldn't help but let his own smile take place of his once poker line. "Why Phillip, got the hots for me?"

Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Phil had turned his smile into that of a blank face, staring into the distance past Daniels face. His face had turned a bright noticeable pink, and at that moment, as Dan saw it – his heart skipped a beat.

"Well..." Phil continued to stare into the distance as he thought about his words carefully. "Well... I-i... I guess you could say yes. Yes Daniel Howell, I have the hots for you."

At this moment, Dan just dropped his fork. Without hesitation, he moved his glaze towards his crush, as the words seem to ring inside his ear. "What..."

Phil`s face quickly turned a bright pink as he looked down towards his lap, playing with his hands. "I-i... You see... I have always sorta liked you from the start... and then you moved into my flat – and then I realised I was in love with you... Oh gosh I have messed up everything now!"

Shoving himself from his chair, Phil sprinted off from the spot he sat in. Dan quickly stood up without thinking – running towards the man he loved, only to be stopped by a waitress.

"Sir you haven`t paid yet!"

"Of fuck me..." quickly he pulled out his wallet, and threw all his cash on the table; more than needed, before he began sprinting off into downtown Manchester.
Hundreds of people passed through, around, and beside each other as the sun began to set in the background – filling the sky with streaks of orange and red.

Panting, Phil stood in front of a set of benches. He would have come crashing down if he didn`t stop, as he thought. He not only had confessed his feelings towards his best friend Daniel, but he had also risked breaking their close friendship.

"Way to go Phillip, messing everything up again..." He plopped down on the bench, placing his elbows on his knees and placed pale hands onto his face. The dry residue left from falling tears had stained his face, and made his blue eyes become surrounded in a irritating state. "What am I going to do now?"

He didn`t have many options. If he would to go home, Dan would find him there. Same went for his favorite shops. He was stuck on a bench in the middle of Manchester – balling his eyes out like a lost child.

Not only when he left he left Daniel – but he also left his jacket and belongings with him too. Now he is stuck on a bench in the middle of Manchester – balling his eyes out like a lost child – While cold and heartbroken.

Silent wisps of wind hit the area as the hair on his arms slowly stood up. He shivered, and placed his hands onto his shoulders.

Daniel ran through people thick and thin – paying no mind to the complaints coming from the people he passed. His mind was blank, as he followed his will.

Running into someone, coffee spewed onto his top, but he paid little attention to the smell or new stain. Run. He had to keep running. No matter how his lungs or muscles despised to.

Quickly he scanned the area, stopping near a open sidewalk. This thoughts finally coming to some sense.

Phil... He loved him... And he-... he had loved him back?

Loved him.

Almost as unreal as it seemed to him, his heart broke at the sight of the eldest running away. It was like being left by a mother in the middle of a store.

Grasping onto his legs, he bent down panting, listening to the people around him. Chattering about fashion, friends meeting up, and then he heard it.

Crying.

Daniel lifted his head to see a Dark haired man with a fringe, crying... Phil.

"Well fuck me..." with calm and quiet steps, he moved towards the older man with caution – not wanting to make him run again.

Placing his hands in his pockets, he stood behind Phil, face in a thin line. He ghostly walked over and sat down next to the other man. Inside, he was thinking on what he should say.

"Phil..."

The older man jumped, and moved as far away as he could on the small bench. His heart was beating so fast – his face had turned a dark red – matching the streaks of tears running down his face.

"Wh-what are you doing here Dan? I thought..."

"I hated  you? Would reject you after you said what you said? Or maybe would never ever talk to you again?" Daniel shifted his eyes to the blue eyes that were avoiding his own.

"Look at me Phillip."

With irritated eyes, Phil looked at Dan. Everything seemed to slow down again as a chain of events collided with each other.

Daniel without hesitation pressed his lips onto Phil's, and as he did so he pulled the other into a head-lock hug, as he wrapped his thin arms around the older's neck. Phil in a moment of pure shock, just sat there.

Dan pulled away, only by lips and placed his forehead on the other. "Your an Idiot Phil. I love you too."

Phil looked into the brown eyes in front of him – and smiled. He just smiled, and then started crying again. Dan couldn't help but smile to himself and bring his hands to the other's face, wiping away tears before he felt Phil place his lips on his own.

Hooking his arms along Daniels Torso, he knew this day was going to be the best in his life – as he ignored the stares around them.

"You smell like coffee."

"Oh shut up Phil..."