*(Y/N) POV*

Light shines thought the open curtain making me squint to keep out the glare. There is no noise apart from his gentle steady breathing, and of course the drilling outside. The covers pressed down on me and arms were loosely slung around my waist. It took me a moment to realise where I was. I strain my head so I can see the rare sleeping Phil. I hear some laughter coming from the door way. "Awe, that's so cute." I hear someone whisperer.

"Dan!" I whisper shout. He has his phone held in front of his face taking a photo.

"What?!" He says innocently walking into the room and crouches down next to me. He holds his phone up once more.

"Stuff you." I smile and look at his brown hobbit hair.

"I'm going to attempt to make pancakes."

"Ummm, what?" I say immediately thinking to the Sims 4 game.

"You know pancakes, the food. WoW (Y/N), you literal trash-can."

"Oh, heh. Yeah sure, I'll have some." He stands up and leaves the room closing the door behind him. I feel arms tighten around my waist which sends my heart fluttering.

"Good morning." Phil says quietly in his deep soothing voice.

"Morni-" I get cut off by someone cursing.

"Piece of crapity crap crap!" I hear Dan mutter then a loud crash. I wince at the sudden noise.

"I'd guess we'd better go help." I sigh

"But I'm so comfortable," He wines. I let out a soft giggle and roll over so I face him.

"Same." I didn't want to move, everything felt perfect but Dan was bound to blow the kitchen up or something, strange though, he's not the clumsy one. My eyes searched his dazzling blue ones. I plant a soft kiss on his nose which sent his face cherry red, then wriggled out of his grip and stood up. I briefly felt dizzy from the rush of blood from standing up too quickly but it subsided. I watched as Phil aimlessly searched for his glasses on the bedside table next to him. He expertly put them on, by expertly I mean completely missed and had to try again. His was hair shaped perfectly in a quiff and every time he tried to pat it down it would spring back into place. "Here..." I grab a hairspray can and shape his hair into place as I spray it. He quickly looks in the mirror.

"Amazing job (Y/N)!" He says smiling.

"Amazing Phil"

"Haha." He mocks lovingly.

"Thanks." He pulls me into a hug and I feel my face heat up. I wrap my arms around his back and he kisses my forehead lightly.

"I'm sorry that I didn't offer you any pyjamas last night." I look down at my clothes.

"Oh, that's fine." He smiles and he walks downstairs to the bathroom as I join Dan in the kitchen. I rest my elbow on one on the bench surfaces. He had flour cascading down his black shirt and jeans. "Need any help there?"

"Nah I'm good. This is probably the last time I'll make pancakes anyway."

"What?!" He lets out a small chuckle and continues to make the pancakes.

"Look at your phone, you're so gonna kill me." His smile widens and his dimples deepen as I go onto twitter. He had posted a photo of me and Phil from this morning.

"OH MY GOD. DAN! YOU'RE SO DEAD!" I laugh and shout at the same time. I grab a cookbook and start whacking him playfully with it.

"Hey, Hey. (Y/N), stop." He waves his arms in front of the book and laughs. I place the book back on the bench. "No, Dan, really. Did you even think what the fandom would think?!" He just stares at me, frozen in place.

"Shit." Is all he says. "I'm so so sorry (Y/N)." He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. "I think that it'll be a good idea to not look at the comments on the post, mostly it should be fine because Phil's subscribers are really nice but the demon phannies aren't the nicest."

"Yeah..." I trail off. "It's okay. I guess they might have figured it out from Phil's tweet anyway." I smile at him. I really don't want him to feel bad. "Let's figure it out later, we can't think on an empty stomach can we now." He lets out a small laugh and continues cooking.

"You know what you should do today?"

"What?" I lean against the bench.

"Make your first video."

"Oh yeah, I should." I take out my phone once more and look at the subscriber count. "FORTY THOUSDAND!" I choke out.

"Wait, what really?" I hear Phil say from behind me.

"Yeah, I haven't even posted a video yet." I spin around on my heel and face him.

"You should make one today."

"That's what Dan just said." I glare at Dan. "I don't know whether to be mad at you or thankful."

"Mad at Dan?" Phil asked confused. Dan winks at him. Phil's expressions go through at least a hundred emotions before he picks up his phone and goes into twitter. His face goes bright red like a beetroot but then he smiles. "Awe, you're so cute when you sleep."

"You-ah-umm..." I trail off not knowing what to say looking down at the ground and brushing my feet together.

"Now, you two out! Go make a video or something. I'm making pancakes." Dan orders us breaking the awkward silence. We quickly leave the kitchen and close the glass door and we start laughing at Dan's seriousness. "Shut up!" I hear him groan.

"C'mon, I'll help you plan your video." He puts a guiding hand behind my back and takes me to the lounge room. He pulls a chair out for me at the table and takes a seat next to me. I take my laptop from my bag and open it up. "So whatcha thinking for your first video?"

"Ummm... Not sure, an introduction maybe? Then..." I trailed off. "I don't know."

"I think you should do something like a video about your personality, after the introduction of course. You know... like how Dan has his 'Reasons why Dan's a fail' and my 'why I was a weird kid' videos."

"That's a really great idea! Thanks Phil." I lean my head on his shoulder. He brushes a hand through my hair and smiles. I start to type the notes down on the computer.

"I'll go get the camera, you stay here and think about what you're going to stay." He stands up and disappears down the hallway but quickly pokes his head out from behind the door. "Probably should have asked. Where are you going to film?"

"My bedroom."

"Cool, I'll meet you there." He disappears once again. I shut my computer and Dan walks in with a plate.

"Here, want some pancakes?"

"Hell yeah." He sets the plate in front of me and I start to dig into it. It tastes amazing! I then pack up the rest of my things and head back to my apartment. I take a shower, change into a fresh set of clothes that will look nice on camera and tidy up my bedroom a bit. I sit on the end of my bed swinging my legs as I hear a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yell as I jump up and run to the front door. The door swings open almost hitting me in the face. Behind it stands a struggling Phil. He was carrying the soft-box lights, the camera on the tripod which has a mic connected to it.

"Need some help?"

"Yeah." I take the bulky lights from him and walk upstairs.

...

Once everything is set up I sit down on my bed in front of the camera. "Phil?" He looks up from adjusting the lens on the camera.

"Yeah?"

"I'm kinda nervous..."

"We're all nervous with our first. You know what?! How about I stand behind the camera so it's like your talking to me!"

"I'd like that." I nod. He walks over to me and kisses my forehead.

"You'll do perfectly. Trust me." I smile and he runs back behind the camera. "Ok you're ready to introduce yourself?"

"Yep!"

"3...2...1...GO! Introduce yourself."

"Hi guys!" I wave at the camera. "My name is (F/N) (L/N) and..." I waffle on to the camera explaining how I will do videos of my own but also some insiders and updates of Dan and Phil. The whole time I was smiling, partly because talking to a camera excited me but solely because Phil was there, smiling and encouraging me the whole time.

After I had finished filming the video he helped me edit it. Then it was time, time to publish it. I clicked the button. Then the views and comments came flooding in.

After our dilemma with not wanting to look at the comments under the picture I was actually surprised to see that they were mostly supportive, except the odd few which almost brought me to tears a couple times, but Phil was there to protect me.