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?


6. Nightmares

Phil POV

We had to take a quick trip to a supermarket and buy Mr.Whiskers his food. This ended up in us sleeping at around eleven, but Mr.Whiskers seemed happy with his meal. After I took out my contacts we got in out own beds Mr.Whiskers leaped up onto mine and curled up in a ball. I hoped I didn't kick him off the bed while I slept. I pet and scratched him behind his ears a bit before I laid down. Dan however, he just got here and just went straight to sleep, not even bothering to change clothes. Typical Dan. I fell fast asleep too with the pleasing smell of hotel bed sheets.

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I woke up to the sound of someone calling my name.

"Phil... Phil?"

I groaned as I sat up trying to find the source of the sound but the place to dark and blurry.

"Phil, where are you?" Said a concerned but familiar voice.

I put on my glasses, checked the time on my phone, turned on a bed-side lamp, and looked around the room. My name was repeated again and I realized that it was Dan saying my name.

"Phil... Phil come back."

"Dan, I'm right here," I responded, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with not much use.

"Why'd you think I would leave? It's, like, three in the morning."

"Where are you?" He repeated.

That's when I realized that he wasn't faced towards me. I got suspicious and wondered if this was a prank as payback for the sharpie whiskers. I got up and stood by the beside so he was facing me. His eyes were still closed, probably pretending to be asleep.

"Dan, this better be a joke," I said, crossing my arms.

His face started scrunching up as if he just bit into a lemon and started thrashing around.

"Phil! Phil, please don't leave me! Come back!"

I jumped back to avoid getting hit by one of his flailing arms. He really must be dreaming if he's managing to thrash around like that. How have I never noticed this behavior before, or is this the first? One thing's for certain: I had to wake him up.

I jumped on the bed and tried to shake him awake which didn't do much use.

"Dan! Dan, wake up!" I yelled.

I tried to pin down his arms and legs to avoid the thrashing around, but an unexpected arm came from my left side and slapped me hard and left a stinging sensation on my face. I felt a little scared because of what he had just done to me, but I started to shake him again but even harder. I used all my force shaking and yelling his name that I started to sweat and my arms started to get numb. Luckily I didn't get hit anymore and within a few minutes he jolted straight up, sweat trickling down his neck. His dark brown chocolate eyes opened as wide as they could, full of fear. He seemed really

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