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.