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unedited - ➶ "Can this line go any slower?" Dan Howell muttered to himself as he waited to board his plane to Los Angeles. The 20-year-old was moving; after living in the hustling streets and non-airconditioned houses of London, he decided some sort of change would be necessary. And what better way to start by moving to the one and only LA? "Passport and boarding pass, please," a stout woman demanded, hands on her hips. Dan knew better than to make a rude comeback, so he instead just handed over the two items without a word. "Enjoy your flight," the lady plastered on a small smile, and Dan replied by saying "thanks" and returning t

Summary: Dan and Phil were friends since they were five. Progression of their love. Warnings: None : ) Genre: Fluff AGE 5: Phil sat cross legged with Dan at the playground. They sat in the grass, Dan picking at small pieces of the green grass below them. Phil was telling Dan a story that he saw on TV the day before, with Dan nodding and making little grunts to show that he was listening. Though Dan was only five while Phil was six, Phil figured Dan was a pretty good listener, and he was always there when he needed someone to talk to. “And then they all lived happily ever after.” Phil finished, and Dan looked up. “You’

An eight year old Dan skipped happily around the school playground as he played with his two best friends, Chris and PJ. It was the beginning of the autumn term, and Dan was just happy to be back with his friends. As the bell went to tell everyone to go and line up outside the appropriate classroom, a teacher took Dan aside. "Dan, would you like to do me a special job?" The kind voice of the head teacher asked. Dan nodded, and she led him to her office. "There's a new boy joining us this afternoon, and I wanted to see if you wanted to look after him," "Okay," Dan agreed, "The thing is, he's deaf, so you won't be able to communicate with h

Phil's POV "Excuse me, have you seen Phil anywhere?" "Uh, nope, sorry." "Fuck. He's got to be around here somewhere." As soon as I heard Dan leave the balcony and enter the apartment, I sighed heavily and pulled my legs to my chest. Thanks to the huge, thick tablecloth draping over the outside table, I couldn't be seen. I didn't want to be seen. We were having a party at our apartment. It was the fifth of November. Dan had always said that it was an important event, even though it never really had an exact importance or reasoning. It was probably so 'important' because it was an excuse to get drunk. But it didn't feel right. I didn't wan