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For Memebear [ @baltimorebarakat who is 10/10 ], this took way too long, and it's not even that good.

Anyways, it's about Dan and Phil and they argue [sort of] and Phil starts crying and fluff and yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil and even if I think this is very OOC I'm going to say none of this happened, to my knowledge anyway.

A/N The start is so no homo I'm sorry it gets better at the end. [Spoilers, it doesn't]. Also this is second take cause I found out they rent. It took me so long to figure out what they'd argue about too. I am proud it's 1241 words long though.

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"Phiiiiil, go get the door, it's too early to move."

I wait, almost drifting back asleep but I don't hear any movement from my best friends' bedroom and the realisation that I'm going to actually have to get up before midday again hits me like falling from a chair. I'm almost certain the sun should not be up yet, and that I doubt it would make a change since I am nocturnal and probably went to sleep less than four hours ago. Not enough time to reach deep sleep, not enough to sleep through the fucking doorbell and force Phil to give up his ruse and go get the post for once anyway. I love him and all but if he's ordered yet another houseplant I swear on these skinny jeans. Anyway, the unforgiving and definitely alien postperson who is probably accustomed to a barely awake and sloppily dressed Dan by now is waiting knowingly at the door as I creak it open, holding only a small box addressed to Phil and a few letters with them. We'd never engaged in anything more than polite chit-chat, but the glance we shared as they handed over the letters was somewhere close to sympathetic- for what reason I was confused by. I would've asked honestly, had it not been too early to process anything and I'd been more skilled in spontaneous social interaction. Closing the door as the postie left I heard a muffled yawn and the ruffle of chequered bed-sheets meaning Phil would appear in an hour give or take, if he was really bothered. It would be best for me to get more sleep too, strolling back to my bedroom though I notice not all the letters are to be desired- one's from the real estate. They better not be inspecting again, we'll have to hide the various damage caused by Phil's clumsiness, but they had one less than a month ago so it can't be that.

"Are you having crisis? What's the letter?"

I've read the letter, I wish I hadn't. Not even the morning warmth radiating off Phil as he sits down next to me and puts an arm around me can make me look up.

"Yeah, yeah I fucking am."

I didn't mean to answer so bitterly, or even to swear, but I've sort of earned the right. He's gone timid, I suppose it's not everyone's morning wish to be greeted like that, but it only adds onto my sour demeanour that I've upset him.

"We're being kicked out Phil, evicted, thrown on the streets!"

"Dan, no, that can't be right. They didn't say anything at the inspection, we were so careful."

He's calm, I don't know how, maybe he's just cautious. I'm getting riled up now. I don't want to upset him further but I'm not thinking of that now, I'm thinking of everything that's about to go wrong.

"Phil, no, shut up! The letter clearly addresses us and is extremely clear in saying we need to get the fuck out of here by next month! We weren't careful enough, obviously, and now we're going to be on the fucking streets!"

My tones getting louder, nearing a shout, he's taken his hand off my waist, put it in his lap and is staring quite intently at it.

"Stop, please. It'll be okay, we'll be okay. We'll still have each other, yeah? We'll find a way."

"NO! I will not stop. We're about to lose everything and you think it will be fine because we have each other?"

I wasn't looking at him, I didn't have to cause I wasn't speaking to him anymore, I don't think I was talking to anyone but myself really. But it didn't matter what I felt, I knew Phil still thought I was shouting at him, and that I meant what I said. He'd always believed I was better than I really was. So as I was yelling nonsense I'd failed to notice the tears starting to drip down his face, his beautiful sunshine eyes clouded over with fear. He's never been afraid of me before, no I was meant to be the one person who wouldn't ever make him feel anything but safe. Now I've gone and fucked that up.

"No, stop, please, stop."

It was like he was repeating a mantra, and the fearful crack in his voice that would always be so happy- that's what hurt the most. Now it's my turn to engulf him in a hug and whisper my own mantra into his ear until I know he believes it,

"Don't cry, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I love you."

Slowly time passes, sluggish and without purpose because honestly how could anything exist without Phil's smile and giggles? He quietens, hugs me back and we just sit there like that completely absorbed in a confused silence littered only by his occasional heart-wrenching sniffle. I should've been content with sitting there forever, but we couldn't have since we were being kicked out. The thought of no apartment and Phil fought for priority as his eyes opened red and alarmed and I forgot how anything could ever have been more important.

"Are you okay, Dan? We're going to be alright. I'm sure we've got good enough family to stay with if we need to. And if you're worried about the fans, well I know they'll understand. They're good like that."

Here, a wet-cheeked and slightly puffy-eyed Phil was consoling me when I'd just shouted at him for no fucking reason. I really do love him, but damn he can be stupid sometimes.

"Phil no, do not ask me if I'm okay, it's my fault for overreacting and shouting and making you cry."

"You probably think I'm stupid though, for crying. I don't like shouting, what sort of man am I? I can't even handle someone like you shouting at me."

"I do think you're stupid- not for that though, that's completely understandable. Though, Phil, I'm not completely sure what you mean by 'someone like me'?"

"You may be 6'3 but you're like a cuddly teddy bear!"

"Hey, I can be intimidating if I want to!"

I was really only helping his point though, cause I was smiling. He was happy again! Like a child at Christmas! I might've been worried teasing me made him so excited, but he giggled! Positively lit up the room like a sun.

"Surrre, whatever you want to believe. Did we get any other post?"

I was startled by the recollection that there was more post. I looked around and grabbed the small box and other two letters to hand to Phil.

"A letter from my mum, junk mail, and my package! Here, open it."

"What? Why?"

"It's for you, you spork."

"How do you know? What if it's not, that'd be awkward?"

"No, not really. What do you think I order?"

I left him hanging and struggled with the excessive tape on the box.

"Oh my God Phil, no!"

It was another one of those animal whistles, like the moose one, except it was a hamster.

"Yes! Blow it, blow it!"

"Choice of words Phil, work on it!"

"You still love me though."

"Yeah, but if you loved me you wouldn't make me blow a hamster."

"Aww, you know I love you and your hobbit hair no matter what."

And with that he got up to make breakfast. That adorable bastard.

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A/N I hate this thing so much I licked my bed-sheet. I don't think it's very good, especially the ending, I literally wrote it at 2 am, sorry Memebear. So, yeah, it's a bit all over the place. Hope you liked it anyway and Merry Christmas and all that jazz.

Also I don't actually think it got any better, I don't know if it's no homo or what just decide for yourself. It's not even as fluffy as I'd like.