(dan)

dan is pacing the kitchen at 7 o'clock in the evening, desperately wondering why phil was still in his room. was it healthy to sleep this far into the day? is phil even asleep? why else would he not eat anything all day? dan doesn't know, but after a week of having cereal and enjoyable conversations with phil every morning, the sudden withdrawal makes him feel odd.

his brain keeps trying to convince him that phil had seen him using his telekinesis and was avoiding him, but at the same time, he feels like phil would say something instead of just ignore him.

dan isn't having any more of it, so before he can stop himself, he is lightly knocking on phil's door. he is almost shaking with nerves as the long silence drags on. finally, just as he is about to retreat back to his room in embarrassment, he hears a quiet, "come in."

he hesitantly pushes open the door. the room is pitch black and completely silent. the duvet is in a massive pile in the middle of the bed and dan can't even see phil.

"uh, hey," dan starts off awkwardly and phil doesn't respond. "i was just checking on you. you haven't eaten anything all day," dan continues, still standing at the door, and now wringing his hands in nervousness.

phil scoffs, before saying. "i can't get up. it's too bright outside."

dan brings his eyebrows together in confusion. why does it matter if it's too bright? will phil start glittering? he silently tells his mind to shut up, before softly asking, "what's wrong?"

phil groans. "migraine."

before he can help himself, dan is blurting, "oh good, i thought you'd turned into a vampire."

phil doesn't laugh - as he usually does when dan says something slightly unusual - and the silence stretches.

"uh, do you want me to get you painkillers or something?" dan says, remembering how phil bandaged his finger when it was bleeding. it was time to make it up to him.

"yes, that would be good," phil answers, yet his voice still sounds slightly strained.

"do you need to take them on a full stomach?" dan doesn't want to put phil in even more pain and he knows phil hasn't eaten a single thing all day.

"not paracetamol."

"ok, i'll get you some," dan says, feeling helpful as he speeds to the kitchen and uses his telekinesis to quickly fill up a glass of water as another part of his brain focuses on opening a drawer and grabbing the medication.

he then speeds back to phil's room, carefully watching the cup to make sure the liquid doesn't slosh over the sides.

when he reaches phil's room, he notices that the duvet is thrown on the floor. phil is sitting up against the headboard. his eyes are closed and the pained expression on his face, as he clutches the left side of his head, makes dan stop in his tracks for a second.

he then quickly walked towards phil, carefully handing the glass to him. upon seeing how much his hand was trembling, dan secretly controls the glass with his mind to make sure it wouldn't fall from phil's grip. this is surprisingly much harder than dan had expected it to be and he has to focus on his breathing for a few moments to make it work.

finally, when the cup is steady in phil's left hand, dan pops out two tablet's into phil's other hand. phil doesn't hesitate in leaning his head back and dropping the tablets into his mouth, before downing the entire glass of water.

"do you want another?" dan asks softly.

"no, no," phil shakes his head.

"you're probably really hungry. i can make you chicken soup?" dan offers before he can stop himself. "i mean, that's what i make when i'm sick."

phil tilts his head to study dan for a second, before saying, "yeah, chicken soup sounds good."

dan doesn't understand why he is going to such extents to make phil better. all he knows is that he wants to make phil's pain go away, and as soon as possible.

***

making the soup was easy, considering dan had made it for himself a million times before. he usually listened to music, but a quick google search of migraines had proved that when people got migraines, they usually became sensitive to light and sound. so not wanting phil to suffer anymore, he silently chops the ingredients and tries to be as quiet as possible. dan makes just enough soup for two people, and so quickly shares the steaming liquid between two bowls. he grabs spoons and makes his way into phil's room.

phil is still sitting up against the head board, looking like he hasn't moved an inch since dan had left. he looks up expectantly as dan enters the room brandishing the soup.

dan hands the hot bowl to phil, taking care to make sure it wouldn't spill. phil places the bowl on his lap. "thanks," he says as he takes the spoon. "are you staying?" he questions as he notices the second bowl in dan's hands, his tone full of excitement.

dan smirks. "if you want me to."

phil only nods, before moving slightly to the right so that he is no longer in the middle of the bed. dan smiles to himself as he sits on the bed and cradles his soup.

"you can sit closer, you know; migraines aren't contagious."

"i know," dan laughs, looking down blushing. he moves a little closer to phil, looking anywhere but phil's face. aparently this isn't enough for phil, who moves even closer so that their legs are touching.

dan helplessly blushes even more. this is the closest he's been to anyone in a long time. he looks over to see that phil doesn't even seem to care as he shovels spoonful after spoonful of soup into his mouth, only stopping to mumble some apreciation.

"you seem a bit better," dan comments. "you're eating quite fast."

"i've got a migraine not broken arms," phil answers as if he is sort of offended. he pauses, raising an eyebrow in question. "if i pretended to be in more pain, would you feed me?"

again, dan blushes, reverting his gaze, while actually thinking about the question. 

would he want to feed phil?

yes. definitely, yes.

would he want phil to know that?

no. no way.

"probably not."

phil pouts, before spooning some more soup into his mouth. "why not?"

dan can't help but admire his wide expressive eyes and cute little mouth. his lips are actually quite nice... he wonders what it would be like to kiss them, to touch them even. "i'd probably call an ambulance first."

phil laughs, before clutching the side of his head in surprise. it seemed like the pain had dulled for a bit. "after you called the ambulance?" he asks, setting his hand back down at his side.

"i'd wait for the ambulance."

"okay, but if i was hungry while we were waiting for the ambulance?" phil asks, getting desperate for the answer he wanted to hear.

"surely, you could wait for a few minutes." phil gives him a pointed look. "i mean if you couldn't, i would pour it into a cup with a straw and you could feed yourself," dan says, happy to have found another solution.

phil wrinkles his nose in disgust. "ew. chicken soup through a straw? all that to avoid touching me?"

dan laughs. "no, it's not that. otherwise i wouldn't be in bed with you, would i?"

"then what?"

"i don't know, like feeding each other is kind of romantic. like couples feed each other. wouldn't it mean something different to, like, someone else?" dan drifts off, unsure what he is saying.

"well, lucky it's just us two then," phil answers.

dan can't help but think that in a movie, this is the point at which the characters would kiss. but life isn't like a movie and the thought makes dan feel awkward, so he turns away from phil, once again, looking down at his soup.

dan stays quiet and so does phil, noiselessly finishing off his soup. dan isn't very hungry, so he passes the rest of his to phil. "are you sure?" phil asks, looking at dan as if he has just handed him a million dollars. (a small loan)

dan nods and phil graciously accepts the bowl, quickly finishing it off. dan isn't in the least surprised, considering phil hasn't eaten all day.

"now what?" dan asks as he takes both bowls from phil and places them on the bed side table.

phil shrugs. "i'm sleepy."

"do you want me to leave?" dan asks, silently cursing himself when he realises how upset he sounds.

phil looks at dan as if what he'd suggested was ridiculous. "no, of course not."

and that is how dan ended up sitting in phil's bed, with a sleeping phil laying on his chest. dan is listening to phil's steady breathing, which is slightly in sync with his own. his fingers are running through phil's silky black hair, and he can't help but think how could anybody possibly be this beautiful?

the urge to place a kiss atop phil's head is overwhelming, and so he leans down to do it. just as his lips are about to touch phil's head, phil shifts.

dan leans back, slightly upset at his missed oppurtunity, but also glad. if phil caught him, that would be really awkward. dan thinks that kissing phil's head would have been really gay. and as far as he's concerned, phil doesn't know his secret.

phil shifts again, removing his head from dan's chest and falling back onto the pillow. he pulls on the hem of dan's shirt, and dan understands.

he moves lower in bed, finally able to fully lie down. he turns towards phil, who peeks an eye open before wrapping an arm around dan and pulling him all the way into his chest, so that their bodies are pressed together, from head to toe.

just as dan is falling asleep, phil places a quick kiss on dan's cheek, but it is dangerously close to his lips.

and to be honest, dan forgets to breathe for a few seconds. his heart is thundering in his chest and as he squeezes his eyes shut, he prays to all the gods he knows that phil can't hear it.

and when phil doesn't move again, dan thinks that this really is quite gay already, so he cuddles up even closer to phil and lets out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. this is better then anything he had previously fantasised.

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