I'll take care of you.
A Phan-Fiction One Shot
"Daniel, I'm cold." I shivered. We were making our way out of Starbucks, coffee in hand, in the big city of London on our way to a meeting. I had gotten myself awake later than I should have. I didn't bother looking out the window whilst I was getting ready in a race against the clock and I found myself having to walk in a tshirt in the chilly, dewy early morning.
Dan sighed and glanced back at me, deep brown eyes rolling in annoyance. "Well... you should have at least worn a jumper, Phil."
I involuntarily shivered once again before saying, "Too late for that now, huh."
Dan nodded, biting his lip at my goosebumps. "Fine, here's my jacket. Give it back later, yeah?"
I nodded and he stripped himself of the black, slim coat which fit around my small frame easily. I wrapped it around myself gratefully as we made our way down the pavement.
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"Ahh- ahhhhh- AHHHCHOO!" I woke up suddenly, eyelids shooting open and my back straightened up. I had the most horrible dream where I had frostbite and my toes fell off, and a wild eagle ate them off of the floor of the freezing tavern I was lying down in. For the first few seconds of my conciseness I thought the noise coming from the other side of my wall was actually an eagle waiting to devour my toes but then I realized that it was just Dan's sneeze. I chuckled quietly to myself and found my throat a bit foggy. I cleared it and shrugged that off, checking my watch and seeing that the time was 8:43am.
It was time to get up anyways so I decided to go downstairs to my flat and make some waffles for Dan and I. As soon as I got up, however, I just wanted to sit back down and sleep. Oddly enough. I'm somewhat of a morning person (unlike Daniel) so this was really unusual. I had to pay attention to my body and what it tells me, though, so I layed back down and feel into a deep sleep.
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Dan's POV
My alarm buzzed annoyingly for the up-tenth time and I swear if it didn't shut up I would break the thing. But a thought ran in the back of my head; Phil didn't wake me up early today... is he okay? I glanced at the alarm clock and it read 12:19pm. I rested my head back down on my pillow and cursed myself. Why didn't Phil wake me up?
I slowly sat up in bed and stood up uneasily, not hearing the television or board creaking, nothing. I quickly strode out into the hallway and to Phil's door.
"Phil, are you okay?" I asked, my voice cracking. "It's late."
A sleepy murmur came from the behind the door and I had to open it to hear, which is odd since our walls were really thin. Opening his door revealed a sleepy Phillip lying backwards on his bed, literally, his feet were on the headboard and the duvet was tangled and shoved off of him to the side, perched at the side of the bed threatening to fall off. Phil looked towards me, his face bright fever red and said,
"I think I have the flu."
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"Oh, and can you get me some tea?" Phil laughed. I sighed. Phil had me completely at his command, he was ordering my around like some sort of servant or something. But honestly, I couldn't say no to that adorable smile. Wait, what did I just think? Adorable smile? Well... I guess he's adorable but we both are. Yes. That's right.
Phil had on his green hoodie which was almost exactly the same color as his eyes and really made them stand out. I got distracted a number of times when I just found myself looking at them.
"Are you okay, Dan? You've been quiet all day." Phil called from the living room. Well, yeah, I'm quiet because you're acting cute and feverish while I'm stuck as your servant. Oops. I couldn't say that out loud.
"Well I'm not the one who feels like crap today, so at least that's good." I said jokingly and Phil chuckled and put on Buffy The Vampire Slayer, his favorite TV show when he was younger, and even though he doesn't really want to admit it, he still loves watching reruns. I sighed contentedly and poured us our tea, bringing Phil over his tray of food.
"Well, Mr. Lester, here's what you ordered. Tea, coffee, waffles, and maltesers. Anything else I can get you, hm?" I asked in a uptight, butler accent.
"No," he laughed. "This will be fine, thank you Daniel."
I loved the way he said my name. You can tell he says it a lot, by the way Phil says it, with confidence and you know that my name is on the tip of his tongue.
I sipped my tea and tried to focus on the rerun that Phil was watching eagerly but couldn't do it. Phil's naturally straight, black hair stuck up in all directions in a lazy, comfortable way and his eyes. I could not stop looking at Phil's eyes... his sweatshirt made them stand out immensely, but they were like this regularly, weren't they? Why did I never notice how beautiful Phil was? I'm sure he didn't notice me staring at him (he was too consumed with Buffy) but his tongue flicked out, quickly wetting his soft lips before retreating back into his mouth. Or, at least I think his lips are soft.
"Phil," I said suddenly. He turned towards me, pausing the program and smiling at me and a "go on," kind of face and I felt butterflies in my stomach about what I was about to do. "I love you, and I promise, I'll take care of you."
Then I pressed my lips to his and it was magical, and of course, his lips were very soft and tasted of a mixture of maltesers and tea.
A/N
This one shot is based off of AmazingPhil's video, "MAN FLU!". I hope you guys like it, I wrote it while I was half asleep on tumblr last night.
What do you guys think? Feedback is welcome, even if it isn't from Phan-shippers or even if you don't watch them!
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-Lia<3xx
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