A/N: Okay I’m sorry this is so horrendously late etc etc etc! Anyway I hope you enjoy it haha, thankyou to an anonymous follower who helped me with writing the smut! (as I’m so bad it’s unbelievable)

Summary: Dan is an American teenage boy living in San Diego, who goes on an exchange field trip to England. But who’s his exchange student? Read on to find out more! 

WARNING: Contains smut.

DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real.

“Ugh.” I collapsed down onto the bed, completely physically and emotionally drained.
Phil let out a small sigh as he mirrored my actions, neither of us knowing what to say, or do next.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Phil commented, staring into space as he thought about all the repaying and agreements we had to make with the manager. Seeing the manager in his dressing gown did make things slightly more comical, though. As it was past 2AM.
“I-I’m so sorry, Phil…” I apologized in a hoarse voice after a few more minutes, all the reflections on what I had done suddenly came flooding back to haunt me, at once.
“Oh, Dan…” Phil began.
“No, I really, really am.“ I croaked. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so immature to you, and I didn‘t listen, and I was just so fucking rude, and…” I could feel the tightness in my throat with the guilt and realization of what I had done.

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A/N: It’s back! I underestimated how long this chapter would take, but 4000 words later, and with a bit of help it’s finally done! Co-written with 2 of my followers who wish to remain anonymous. Hope you like it! :) 

Summary: My complete theory on what happened between Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I’m not claiming anything I have written to be true/what actually happened. It’s just my personal beliefs. 

**SMUT WARNING FOR LATER IN THE CHAPTER** 

Dan gasps at the text, almost dropping his phone beneath the clamminess of his hands, and turns around to look behind him. The platform’s so busy, and he’s so flustered that he could recognize anyone’s face in the midst of the chaos, let alone Phil’s.
But as his eyes darted to the right, his heart stops, and his jaw drops open. He doesn’t even care about how idiotic he must have looked in that moment. He just didn’t care about anyone other than the angelic form standing only a few feet away from him. And he was actually there.
This is unreal. Dan thinks to himself, as Phil catches his eye, and shoots him a soft smile. He begins slowly approaching the nervous, younger boy, watching Dan being able to do nothing more than stand rooted to the spot, and concentrate on walking instead of fainting.

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