This chapter's a bit short and doesn't really have a plot.

But enjoy anyway I guess

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Despite sweating approximately half his body weight off that day, Phil was still buzzing from the memories. He'd had a few relationships in the past, a few flings, and although they had made him happy it was nothing compared to what those few hours had felt like.

Oh god, he had only met the kid once and suddenly he was a lovestruck sap. Phil groaned slightly, a smile creeping onto his face. He placed a hand on his forehead. This was dumb. He was dumb.

"Phil?" his manager, Louise, asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, "you okay?"

"I'm fine."

She smiled softly and sat down next to him on the obscenely red waiting couch. "You sure you want to do this? Didn't you just meet him the other day? I know people can get a bit-" she waved her hands and shrugged her shoulders "- after meeting their soulmate."

"I know. I can still do the interview," he persisted. This was one of three, and only three interviews he was doing about the release of his new album. He had to do it. He was fine.

"Mr Lester?" a man - probably an intern - dressed in black called, "we're ready for you."

He gave Susan a bright smile and followed the man.

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"-Phil Lester! Give him a warm welcome!"

Another person wearing black held up an applause sign and the man gestured for Phil to go out. He bounced on the balls of his feet, smiled widely and stepped out onto the stage.

"Thanks for coming!"

He sat down on yet another violently red chair. "Hey Susan," he greeted cheerfully, "good to be here."

She smiled widely, perfect white teeth flashing under the spotlights. "So, Phil, new album-" the audience cheered as per the stage cue "-when's it coming out?"

"The twen-"

Phil stopped mid sentence. A dumb smile helplessly crossed his lips and he buried his face in his hands.

"Phil?" the interviewer asked, "are you okay?"

He looked up, nodding slowly. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm good - it's just that my soulmate is singing Pocket full of sunshine horribly off-key just to piss me off."

"Oh wow she seems annoying."

Phil shook his head immediately. "No! Well I mean…" he exclaimed, before looking straight into the camera, "you're a little shit," he turned back to Susan, "but I guess I like him."

"Him…?"

"I thought it was blatantly obvious how gay I am."

The poor reporter looked stunned, as if she wasn't sure what to do with this new information. A split second later, she was smiling hungrily. This was her breaking news, and she would milk everything she possibly could from this interview. The first person to report Phil Lesters' Homosexual Crisis™.

"Really? And how was it, coming to terms with something like that?"

Phil laughed. "Only at times like these would the subject change so abruptly from my dorky - yet still adorable - soulmate to the crippling sexuality crisis I must have had when I was a teenager."

At least she had the decency to look embarrassed.

"For your information, there was no crisis and I was completely fine with it from the get-go. Now the new single Never Is Too Many Times To Say Goodbye - please don't make me the new Fall Out Boy meme with their long song titles - is going to be the first song on the album…"

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Phil knew that the interview would be posted up on youtube within an hour of him leaving, so as soon as he got back home, he took out his laptop and opened a new tab, scowling at the other fifty completely necessary ones. After refreshing youtube a good thousand times, the video came up.

He copied the address and sent it to Dan.

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Dan didn't want to move. He heard his phone ding but he was so nice and comfortable on his bed and looking at his phone would involve getting up so… no.

A few sudden guitar chords made him jump and exit the tab. Then, Phil's deliberately chipper voice invaded his mind.

Fuck you! Fuck you very, very mu-u-u-uch!

So it was Phil who texted him.

It was probably about him singing earlier.

Dan giggled at the memory and pulled back the covers, shivering at the cool air. Walking across the room, he grabbed his phone and opened messages.

I hate you

Also look at this interview everything past 2:31 is entirely your fault

He retreated back to his bed and grabbed his shitty headphones off the floor before clicking on the link Phil sent him.

Dan was smiling stupidly at everything past 2:31. His heart was about to burst at Phil smiling in that way you could tell he was trying not to laugh and calling him a little shit, and the reporter's face after he completely blocked her off and barely let her get a word in edgewise was priceless.

Holy fuck that was amazing, he texted Phil.

But was it worth the thousands of phone calls I'm getting? Was the reply.

Yes. Completely.

I bet it's going to be on at least 3 magazines tomorrow: Phil Lester: Coming Out At Last?

What about Phil Lester: "I Knew It!" Claims Superfan

I hate you

Phil Lester: Pants On Fire?!

No I promise you I really do

Phil Lester: A Shit Liar

Go to hell Dan

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I hope the whole texting stuff wasn't confusing as to who is who

Anyway, please tell me what you thought and I'll try not to take five years to update.