A/N: looK see i'm finally updating r u proud !11!

in all seriousness i really need to make an update schedule for each of my fics... when i have the time to

so here's an overdue new chapter.. i'm so sorry that it's kinda short i didn't really plan this

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Dan's a little more than surprised to see Phil's face the first thing next morning.

His brown eyes grew wide as he looked at the other man's sleeping features, a hint of a smile on the other's lips. He looked so at ease, his breathing slow and even. He looked breathtaking. At the thought, Dan immediately felt heat rise to his cheeks as he witnessed the black haired male mumble a bit in his sleep and roll over clumsily to face the wall. Dan stared at Phil's back before mentally slapping himself back into reality.

With a jolt, the brown haired male suddenly remembered last night events—the delicious orange chicken, inviting Phil into his house, the chocolates, Chris asking Dan if he found Phil beautiful. The staring, the laughing, the smiling. Ah. So he wasn't dreaming... all of those things did actually happen. Wow. A smile works a way to Dan's lips before he cautiously got off the bed, looking back to glance at the black haired male's sleeping figure. It was funny to think that he woke up before Phil did, Dan was usually a very heavy sleeper.

He didn't want to disturb Phil, so he exited his room and made his way into the kitchen.

Dan never really cooked for anyone (mainly because he was bad at it, and he always had cereal for breakfast) but today he strangely felt like he wanted to make something. He wasn't sure what made him want to do it, but he waved the thought off and grabbed the pancake mix in the cabinet instead. He was reading the instructions on the side of the box when he heard footsteps come into the room.

"Morning." Phil said, yawning. He was still in the pajamas that Dan had lent him yesterday, and for some reason it made Dan's heart rate move faster than it has been a few seconds ago. He glanced at Dan, who tore his eyes away from Phil and continued on squinting at the instructions. "Cooking something?"

"Er." Dan replied, looking up from the box and smiling. "Well, I'm trying to."

"I don't think you even started."

"Hey, shut up." Dan said, raising his eyebrows and pointing at the other man who was now laughing lightly. "Don't blame me for my horrible cooking skills." With that, he pulled the batter out of the box and frowned at it, realizing that he really did not know how to make pancakes. That was... quite disappointing, and a little embarrassing. He heard Phil burst out laughing behind him, which made Dan's face turn a shade of red at the noise.

Phil took the mix out of Dan's hands and placed it on the counter with a wide grin. "I can't believe that you don't know how to make pancakes."

"I usually eat cereal every morning." Dan said, placing his hands up in defense.

"That's no excuse. Pancakes are one of the easiest things to bake." Phil giggled. "Even I know how to make pancakes, and that's saying something." He walked over to Dan's fridge before the latter could retort and took out two eggs and a carton of milk, placing it on the counter besides the pancake mix. "Here, I'll show you. I'll mix all the stuff together and make a pancake but you can try after me."

Dan watched silently as Phil pre-heated the pan, afterwards cracking the two eggs and pouring a cup of milk into a bowl. After the ingredients were all inside, the black haired male poured the pancake mix in and stirred everything together. Dan's eyes travelled from the bowl Phil was mixing from to up to his friend's face, who's expression was surprisingly focused—his eyebrows arched and blue eyes narrowed. Wow. He sure was beautiful.

He hadn't realized that he was staring until Phil finally looked up from the bowl and into Dan's eyes—causing the brown haired male to jump a bit. He tore his gaze away from his friend and turned to the pan, hiding his growing blush. If Phil didn't notice, he didn't say anything about it. "Okay, now I'm just going to pour in a little bit of the batter inside the pan and then we'll leave it there until both sides turn golden." Phil said, as Dan looked back to see him smiling gently.

"Y-Yeah." Dan stammered.

Phil then handed the bowl to him, where there still was a lot of batter. "You want to see something cool?"

"Go ahead." He said as he raised his eyebrows.

Phil gave him a cheeky grin before taking the pan off the stove. "I'm going to show something that's going to blow your mind."

"Alright, let's see it then."

"1... 2..." Phil counted down slowly, and once he yelled "3!" He grabbed the pan's handle with his hands and with one swift motion, flipped the pancake on its other side. Dan was beyond surprised when the pancake managed to land back onto the pan, golden brown side up. Phil shouted a gleeful yes and pumped a fist into the air as Dan continued gaping at him, mouth open and eyes widened. Phil smirked. "Wasn't that awesome?"

"You were right, that blew my mind." Dan agreed. "I don't think I'd ever be able to do that at all."

Phil beamed (adorably, Dan notes) as he put the pan back on the stove. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Did that take lots of practice?"

"Nah," Phil shook his head as he checked on the pancake. "I decided to try it out right now for the first time actually, and it worked. That was quite surprising, even for me. You know, my mom wouldn't let me try out stuff like this back when I was a kid. She was too afraid that I'd get something stuck to the ceiling." He laughed a little at the memory, and Dan found himself smiling.

It was silent for a few more moments until Phil started talking again.

"Oh, pancake's ready." He said, rushing past Dan to grab a plate from the cabinet. He opened the drawer below and took a spatula out, using it to take the pancake off the pan and onto the plate. "Wow, won't you look at that." Phil said, admiring his work. "Now that's what I call a good pancake."

"Conceited much?" Dan joked, as he took the bowl and poured some more batter into the pan.

Phil rolled his eyes, but he was grinning as he pushed the plate towards Dan. "Here, this one's for you."

"What?" Dan said, shocked. "No, you made that one yourself. You go eat that."

"Aw, don't be like that. I made this one for you. You eat that and I'll make another one for myself."

"Phil."

"Dan."

"You know what, how about I make this one for you then?" Dan said with a sigh, gesturing to the pancake that was currently being baked on the stove. He didn't want to argue with Phil anymore, because the older man was starting to give him puppy dog eyes and he always gave in to those. He flipped it on its other side using the spatula, not even daring to toss it in the air like Phil did. He didn't want to risk either of them getting burned, and didn't want to risk embarrassing the hell out of himself in front of Phil. "You make one for me, I make one for you. We both get a pancake. Sound good?"

Phil gave him a thumbs-up. "Sounds perfect. But you know, we would've still got a pancake either way."

"I'm being nice."

Another silent falls on the two of them, but it's a comfortable silence. Dan watched the pancake on the stove while Phil looked around in the kitchen. A few minutes passed until the pancake was finally done. Dan turned off the stove and placed the pancake on another plate, before holding it out for Phil to take. "Here you go, it's all done now." He said, as Phil took it with another wide smile. Seriously, he smiled a lot. But Dan wasn't complaining about that at all.

"Thanks, Dan." Phil smiled gently.

Dan nervously avoided his gaze. "Yeah. And... thanks, too."

"Not a problem."

Dan took the whipped cream and chocolate syrup out of the fridge and placed it on the table where the two of them would be eating together. They took the spots that they sat in yesterday evening, sitting across from each other and matching grins on both of their faces. Dan couldn't really believe that it felt like that the two of them have been living together their whole life—it sure seemed like it. The thought of Phil living together with him seemed like a very good idea. Living with Phil... that would mean seeing each other every single day.

Phil would be the first person that Dan would see every morning. That thought made Dan's head spin.

Dan poured whipped cream on his pancake as Phil took a bite out of the one Dan made for him. "Ouch!" Phil gasped, as he put his fork down. Dan raised an eyebrow and stared. Was his pancake really that bad? He didn't expect for Phil to make such a horrible reaction. Dan's happiness went down slightly as Phil grinned apologetically. "Sorry, I accidentally ate it when it was too hot. It was like your pancake was on fire, but it's still good!"

Dan started to breathe easily again. He took this moment to bite out of his pancake, and his eyes widened at the taste. Phil was right, it really was delicious. "I could say the same about yours... kinda. I mean, it wasn't 'on fire' but it was pretty amazing." He commented, his spirits lifting once he saw the overjoyed look on the other's face. I did that. He thought, as Phil's grin seemed to grow wider and wider.

"Maybe I should go by 'AmazingPhil' from now on. It can describe me pretty well." Phil mused. "AmazingPhil's amazing pancakes."

Dan scoffed. "And mine, on fire."

"Maybe yours could be danisnotonfire." The black haired male suggested. "The pancakes—they're not 'on fire' literally—but they're still hot."

Did Phil just indirectly call him hot? Dan bit his lip nervously before smiling back at him. Phil looked oblivious to whatever he just said, and Dan just took that as some kind of compliment about the pancakes he just made—feeling a little bit disappointed that it wasn't anything more than that. "What about Chris and PJ then?" He said, as he used his fork to stab multiple holes in his food.

"Um... I don't know. I've never tasted their pancakes."

Dan burst out laughing at that, clutching his sides tightly. "You don't need to taste their pancakes to make up a name for them."

"Well, in that case, then crabstickz for Chris and KickThePJ for PJ."

The brown haired male raised his eyebrows at Phil's statement. "Is there a particular reason about why?"

"Haha, not really. I kind of just made it up right now, but I guess there might be now that I think about it." Phil thought, as he took another bite of his breakfast. "Oh, yeah, now I remember. A few years ago—sometime after I saw you at the party actually—I went with Chris for dinner one time. We had seafood, and he kept calling crab legs 'crab stickz' with a z because he forgot what it was called. I should probably mention that he was a little drunk beforehand but it was pretty funny, he was really serious about it."

Dan snorted. "Typical."

"For PJ's story... he was half-asleep one time. He kept yelling 'KICK THE PJ! KICK THE PJ!' for some odd reason. It scared the heck out of me, and to this day I still don't know why he was saying that. He must've had a really strange dream, when he actually woke up an hour later I asked him about it but he had no idea what I was talking about." Phil laughed, shaking his head. "Those memories have been stuck in my mind for a while."

"It's pretty interesting, actually." Dan grinned. "I have to thank you for that blackmail material."

Phil laughed, and Dan felt pride swell in his chest.

Afterwards, the two continued to talk for a bit and catch up some more (while subconsciously flirting and also making more pancakes).

Pretty soon Phil decided that he should return home (after changing back into his own clothes), which made Dan's heart sink a little. He'd forgotten the fact that Phil lived a few hours away in Manchester. He reassured Dan though, saying that the two of them could skype each other (they both made new accounts, Phil naming his AmazingPhil and Dan naming his danisnotonfire) but Dan felt like it wouldn't really be the same. Seeing people in person was better than over a screen in his opinion.

"Well, I guess this goodbye then." Phil said, sounding a bit sad. His lips were secured in a small frown.

Dan nodded as he stuffed his hands inside his pockets. "Yeah... I guess. But only temporarily, right? I'm sure that we'll be able to see each other again soon. I don't want it to be five more years until we see each other again." Phil smiled at Dan's last statement, sighing and shaking his head.

"Same here. It would suck if that actually happened."

It was quiet as the two looked at each other.

"Well—"

"Anyway—"

They both said at once, both also surprised after realizing that they had talked at the same time. Dan grinned bashfully as Phil laughed, his tongue poking out through a gap in his teeth. "Were you going to say something?" Dan said, amused, as he glanced at the man standing in front of him. He was seriously considering asking him to move in with him, but he couldn't bring it upon himself to say it just yet. Not when Phil was looking at him expectantly with those big, blue eyes of his. It was terribly distracting.

"I was going to say, 'well, I'll see you later.'" Phil smiled. "What about you?"

Dan froze. "Uh... I..."

Phil waited.

"Um... nothing." Dan breathed, and mentally slapped himself. No, you fucking idiot—

The black haired male looked surprised, as well as a little bit confused. "Uh, okay. Well... I'll get going now then." He said, giving Dan another cheery smile before starting to turn away. Dan opened his mouth but as soon as he did—Phil stopped in his tracks and grinned sheepishly back at him, pointing at his shoes where one was untied. "Sorry, I can't get away from you just yet. Shoe's untied, it's going to be really bad if I tripped over myself."

I don't want you to ever get away. Dan thought furiously, cursing himself at once because why the hell could he not say this out loud—

A few seconds later, Phil rose again. He lifted a hand in a short farewell. "Alright, I'm done. I even tied the second shoe again just to make sure." He noticed that Dan wasn't laughing (which was odd, he thought, because Dan usually laughed at most of the things Phil said) and his eyes widened when he saw his friend with his fists clenched and his mouth tight-lipped. What the heck?

"Um... Dan?" Phil asked slowly. "Are you alright?"

Come on, Dan.

"Phil—" Dan stopped himself abruptly, and then he shook his head. It was too late to take that back, Phil had raised his head at the sound of his name and was now looking at him expectantly. It was now or never. "—I was thinking. What if there doesn't really have to be a next time where we actually see each other again?"

"What?" Phil was bewildered. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I mean," the brown haired man said slowly, waving his arms in an attempt to communicate. "There won't have to be a next time, if we decided to... live together? Probably?" An embarrassed blush started growing on Dan's face, and he started stuttering. "Uh... there wouldn't be a 'next time' because we'd end up seeing each other every day and—? Does that even make any sense? That probably makes no sense at all, oh my gosh I'm so sorry—"

"—Dan." Phil interrupted in the middle of the younger man's ramble, and when Dan looked up again he was met with the happiest expression that he's ever seen on Phil's face in his entire life. He was smiling so much, even his eyes were smiling. Dan immediately stopped talking at once, and he just stared. He felt like it was the right thing to do in the current situation that he was in.

"I'm sorry." Dan mumbled at last. "I know that we've just literally met a few times after five years, but... it was just a thought."

"Dan, you idiot."

He raised his eyebrows. What?

"You idiot." Phil repeated with a grin on his face, rushing over to him at once and flinging his arms around him. Dan was too surprised to do anything. He felt Phil wrap his arms securely around his neck and his body press closer to his own. Dan could feel the blush coming back, 10 times fiercer than it had ever been before. It was even better than when he found him at the train station for over five years, better than when Phil caught his phone both times, better than cooking breakfast with him—it was the best feeling in the whole world.

He wrapped his arms around Phil's back, and smiled softly. "Idiot, huh?"

"I would be more than happy to be able to live with you." Phil whispered.

Dan had never been happier.

A/N: wow much fluff such phan

hhaha i don't know what this was but hey. new update amirite ++ chris n peej will come back next chapter dw

but yeah. finally, they are moving in with each other

i'm sorry tht this is kinda short (i've been losing motivation lately... rip?) but at least i updated after almost a whole year holy shit i didn't realize how long it's been since then... omg... i'm so sorry argh i feel so bad :((( but i hope u liked this chapter!

-choco xx