A day in the life of phan IN PARIS!

Attention all phandom members! This fanfic DOES include phan. So if you ship it, you've come to the right place.

DAN keeps having nightmares. Mostly they include losing Phil. He doesn't want to tell Phil for the fear of frightening him. But also to keep his feelings for him a secret.

PHIL is unaware of Dan's nightmares, but is more interested on the trip they are taking. Paris, France! Phil hopes that this could be an opportunity to tell Dan how he really feels about him, but fears he will be rejected.

Will both get an opportunity to reveal the truth? Or will their secrets remain a secret?


7. Confess or keep


I had completely forgotten about my nightmares. I should've remembered to ask for separate bedrooms to not concern Phil. Yet I failed. I remembered my dream to well, and it has gone way to extreme for me to be calm about. This dream was similar to the one before but Phil's voice kept haunting me, daring me to find and reach him. He would always appear in from of me and right when I was just within his grasp he would be further away. I tried and tried to reach him but I couldn't.

That's was until I woke up and light blinded my vision and Phil merged into my vision. The first thing that I thought was 'shit'. My secret was now out.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked. His shoulders rose and fell as he breathes heavily.

"Yeah," I lied. "Just a random nightmare." He got off me and sat at the end of the bed as I sat up straighter. Well as straight as I could be, because let's be honest here, I'm not that straight. Haha... No that was a really bad joke. Anyway, when I looked back at Phil I finally got a good look at him. His glasses were hanging from his face at a weird angle and he was paler than ever. Which I don't understand how that is possible as he's probably the palest person ever.

"Has this happened before?" He asked.

"What has happened before?"

"The nightmares, have they happened before?"

Then I saw the bright red hand-print on his left cheek and immediately hated myself for it.

"Did- did I cause that?" I shamefully asked looking down at my lap.

"Cause what?"

"The red mark on your face. I caused that didn't I?" He touched his face as of barely realizing he had been hit.

"Yeah but it wasn't your fault," he reasoned. I kept staring down at my lap.

"Dan, look at me," reluctantly I did as I was told. He looked me in the eyes and gave me his sweetest smile. "I'm fine, Dan, I really am. You were just having a nightmare. I'm pretty sure people react to their nightmares like that all the time. And whatever you dreamt about isn't real, it didn't happen."

But it did feel real.

"Also, you never answered my question. Have the nightmares been happening lately?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I'm just looking out for you, Dan. That's all."

I gave in and finally said the truth. Sort of. "Yeah it's happened before but only once in a while not all the time."

He nodded "Well let's just try to get some sleep if we can. If you want to stay up for a while more you can but try to sleep. Please," he continued letting out a big yawn.

"A-actually Phil," I said a knot forming in my throat. It was a bad idea but I had to do it. "I want to tell you something."

"Yeah?" He asked his voice full of concern. I need to do it, I just have to.

"I-I, um, I, uh." I couldn't stop stuttering. Phil was sitting at the edge of his bed giving me his full attention. I have to, I have to, I have to do this.

"Um, you know what? I forgot what I was gonna say," I lied. "Though I'm pretty sure it wasn't important."

But it was. It was my chance, my only chance to tell him and I blew it. I blew it because I was too much of a coward.

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