You Belong With Me (Dan and Phil x Reader)

Days had passed since the party and you still weren't feeling all that well. As it turned out, Dan and Samantha really did have something going on. You knew because you actually asked Dan. Not in person, you couldn't dare to do it in person, so you decided to text him the next day about it. It was a question disguised with a veil of innocence so you didn't give yourself away, though you already knew the answer.
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You: "So, Dan, u and Samantha, huh?"

Dan: "I don't know what you're talking about." 🙃

You: "Don't be silly, u two are obviously an item!"

Dan: "Are we?"

Dan: "Haha, just kidding. Yeah, we are."

You: "When were u going to say something! That's so cute! I'm happy for u"

Dan: 😊😊😊

Dan: Uh, can you do me a favour though?

You: ???

Dan: Keep this on the dl like shhh, please? It's sort of supposed to be a secret. 😶

You: Oh uh, I kinda already told all of my friends...

Dan: For Christ's sake

You: LOL JK I don't have any friends, Dan

Dan: Pfft you're right, and I got all worried for a second there lol

You: Gee thx 😒
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Apparently his and Samantha's relationship, though extremely recent, was also a secret. With the recent Youtube drama going around and general chaos that came with being an Internet celebrity, Dan and Samantha both decided that it would be best to not reveal their relationship at all unless in certain spaces.

The party was one of them.

It would be an exaggeration to say you were depressed, but you were pretty sad. You weren't upset at Dan or Samantha, matter of fact you were happy for them. You just wish you could have found out earlier before you got so invested.

You were in your apartment, lounging in your living room when you heard a knock. You turned your head to stare in the direction of the door, contemplating whether or not you should go open it.

The person knocked again, and again, and again.

This has got to be Phil, you thought, walking over to open the door. And as a matter of fact, yes, it was Phil.

"Ah, I knew it would be you," you said monotonously before turning around and trudging back to your sofa.

"Hello to you, too," Phil said, coming in. "I brought some biscuits," he said, looking at the plate in is hands. "Made them the other day, I thought you might like some."

You didn't say anything as you settled yourself back down on your sofa and stared at the television screen in front of you. Phil went to your kitchen to put the biscuits away before coming to see you.

"So," he said slowly. "It's been days now and you still haven't gotten better. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"What makes you think I'm not doing okay?" you asked to tiredly.

"Uh, well," he held up a hand and counted off each finger as he listed his reasons. "Besides your obviously upset demeanour a few nights ago at the party, you haven't visited in a while and you haven't been online at all. Plus, you haven't replied to any of my texts--"