Happy Birthday Philly

Dan sat on his bed, impatiently looking at the clock every ten seconds to check the time. It was currently 11:40pm and there were only 20 minutes left until Phil’s 30th birthday.

Phil was asleep in their shared bedroom, while Dan sat on his bed mindlessly scrolling through tumblr, looking at the ‘happy birthday phil’ posts that had already started appearing. Beside him sat the cup cake he had bought for Phil, because the other boy had insisted that they did not need a cake. Dan had not told him of his plan (it was meant to be a surprise) but had already warned him that if Dan ate most of it, Phil would only have himself to blame.

Dan looked at the clock again, only 10 minutes were left until the clock struck 12. He got up from his position, his left pocket heavy with Phil’s birthday gift, grabbed the red velvet cupcake and some candles. He lit the candles, and grabbed the party popper he had kept especially for this very occasion. He walked to their shared bedroom, where Phil lay asleep unaware of Dan’s presence. Dan looked at the time in his phone again, and saw that it was now 11:59pm. He sat on the bed beside Phil, careful to not move too much. Gently placing his hands on the older boy’s shoulders, Dan shook him lightly.

A small groan erupted from the soft pink lips whose taste and feel Dan knew all too well. The room was dark and the only source of light was the candles on the cupcake. Dan shook Phil again and whispered in a soft voice “get up Phil!”. When Phil continued to ignore his labours, Dan promptly decided to take the matter into his own hands. He leaned against the bed, hands right near Phil’s face, and suddenly burst the party popper in his face. Phil woke up with a start and a shrill shriek erupted from his lips. He quickly got up so that he was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bed frame. Rubbing his eyes in a languid manner now that he had visibly relaxed seeing that Dan was the cause of the noise, he asked in a husky voice, “What is it bear?”. He didn’t sound upset, only a bit tired and worried. He was used to getting woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of Dan’s feet padding against the hall carpet as he paced the hallway at 3am, but Dan rarely woke Phil up on purpose at such an odd time of the night.

“PHILLY!” Dan practically shrieked, his whole body emanating energy and happiness “It’s your birthday!” He finished with a smile, shoving the cake (which had until now been hidden from his view behind Dan’s back) in Phil’s eyesight.

Phil audibly gasped. Sure Dan did this every year and sure Dan was always the first one to wish him and shower him with love and kisses, but he had always saved the cake and presents for the next morning. It must be something special this year Phil thought.

And his guess could not have been more accurate. Of course it was something special. But we’ll get to that later.

“Happy birthday philly” Dan repeated, a huge smile plastered on his face, as though he was the one who was to receive presents.

Phil’s usual smile was so bright it could grow flowers, Dan had said so himself on many occasions, but the smile Phil gave him now was enough assurance that what he was about to do, what he had been planning to do for almost 3 months, was not a mistake.

Phil blew out the candles, and darkness fell, for neither of these dorks had thought of switching on the light before. Phil laughed at their stupidity and got up to switch on the light. A gentle touch to the arm stopped him, and Dan got up, slinging his arms around Phil’s waist. The moonlight shone through the window, just enough to illuminate their faces.

Dan slowly leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, and just before their lips met he breathed out a “may I?”. Phil smiled and close the gap between them, his answer clear from his actions. Their lips met in a slow and loving kiss, one that was not rushed or passionate, as if to say “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Their tongues danced in beautiful harmony, tasting each other slowly. Dan’s hands found their way to Phil’s hair, and he curled his fingers around the ebony locks at the base of his neck. Phil arms hung losely around Dan’s hips, and he pulled the younger boy closer.

They broke away to breathe, and a crimson blush covered Dan’s soft features. Phil smirked lightly, relishing in the fact that even after 7 years he still had the ability to reduce the brown haired boy to a blushing mess with just a kiss.

He proceeded towards the switch board (is that what they’re called?) and turned on the light. The room was instantly illuminated by the florescent light, and as Phil turned around, he was greeted by a sight the most fortunate people are greeted by only once in their lifetime.

Dan crouched in front of him, a box in his left hand, open, revealing the ring that lay inside it.

Phil gasped, overcome with so many feelings, he didn’t know what to say. Waves and waves of happiness and excitement crashed over him, and in no time he began to tear up. Before he could say something, Dan spoke up.

“Phil, ever since the day I met you on the train station, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Hell! I realised it before we even met. You have always been my inspiration, my protector, the love of my life. I was a depressed teenager with zero friends and no future, but you changed all of that Phil. You are the only reason I am where I am today. I’m not going to go into the details of how much you’ve helped me and cared for me because let’s be honest I don’t want to be sitting in this painful position until 5am.” Dan breathed out a soft chuckle. His voice was quivering, like it always did when he wasn’t sure of what he was doing, or was nervous. Phil just stood there, frozen, a million thoughts rushing through his mind, and more than half of them were just his brain screaming “YES”. Nevertheless, he let the the younger boy continue his speech- which- from living with him for 5 years, Phil knew was not a prepared speech. The boy was speaking straight from his heart and that was what touched Phil the most.

“I have known you for 7 years, and there isn’t one moment of those seven years that I regret. Sure I joke about regretting everything I do, but the one thing I don’t regret - I will never regret- is messaging you on twitter. Because it got me a beautiful friend, and the best boyfriend. I love you Phil. I love you so much. I love your stupid animal facts. I love your warm and welcoming hugs, I love your inability to cook without setting the whole flat on fire- because it gives me a reason to cook for you- I love your smile and your weird raps about Dil. I love loving with you. I love that you are a part of my life. I love EVERYTHING about you Phil. I love the way your tongue pokes out when you laugh. I love your ability to make me feel better about myself. I love you for your beautiful soul and I love your entire existence.

The last year has made me realise how important you are to me and what an integral part of my life you are. I don’t want to spend even a day of my life without you. If you say yes to the question I’m about to ask you, I will be more than happy to spend the rest of my life with you.

So Phillip Michael Lester, will you marry me?” Dan ended his long speech with a breathless sigh as he usually did when he finished something he was nervous about.

Phil said nothing. He stood there for a good 2 minutes just staring at Dan, his eyes glistening with tears and his lower lip quivering. His mind screamed “YES YES YES HOLY HELL YES” But his body seemed to have gone limp.

Finally he found his tongue, and breathed out “yes”.

Dan’s eyes lit up with a twinkle and a smile formed on his lips, one that showed his deep dimples that Phil loved.

“Yes”. Phil said again, in a more confident tone, a huge smile forming on his lips as well.

Dan began to get up from the floor, but before he could stand up straight, Phil jumped onto him, hugging him tight, making them both fall to the ground in a giggling, blushing mess. The ring was still clutched in Dan’s left hand, and Phil turned his gaze to it once, before smiling again and lightly pressing his lips to Dan’s. They broke apart after a few seconds, their cheeks flushed and breathing ragged.

Dan sat up, sitting across from Phil. He quickly took the ring out of the box, taking Phil’s left hand and quickly slipping the ring on. They just sat there, looking into each others eyes, sharp icy blue mixing with warm, inviting brown.

They didn’t have to say anything more, soft kisses were shared between them, ones that said “I’m here. And now it’s definite that I’ll always be here.”

After a few minutes Phil spoke,“So, you love me huh?” He proceeded to grab the cupcake from the bed, taking a small bite out of it. “Shut up you spork. I literally say that everyday.” Dan took the cupcake from Phil, stuffing his face with a large bite. “But still” Dan giggled, his cheeks tinted pink and chapped lips stretched in a smile.

“How did you decide you were going to do this?” Phil asked gently, nodding towards the ring. “I’ve wanted to do this for 2 years now, but I was always to scared to ask first. But then I figured… You’re turning thirty, definitely you’d want something permanent right? And if you didn’t want me we wouldn’t be together after 7 years, so I just figured, I should ask you. ”

“Well you proved all the fanfiction writers wrong” Phil chuckled, referring to how most of their fans were certain that Phil would be the one to propose.

“Don’t laugh.” Dan said with a chuckle, ruining the meaning of his statement. “I have been worrying about this for 3 months”

“You really do overthink things” Phil mused. Dan just shoved him playfully.

Phil looked at his ring again, it felt weird on his finger, but good weird. The weight felt reassuring to him, a physical promise to remind him that what Dan and he had was real. It was a platinum love band, and upon closer inspection one could see the words “this is the most fun I’ve ever had” engraved on it (because Dan was a cheesy little shit) “You’re so cheesy Dan” Phil exclaimed, referring to the engraved words. He couldn’t help but smile and feel greatful to have such a beautiful man in his life. “Shut up you love it”, Dan retorted, and before Phil could manage another sassy remark, Dan had smothered him with a kiss. As they broke away from the kiss, Dan once again repeated, a cheeky grin evident on his face “Happy birthday you spork” “Thank you for the best birthday gift ever bear. ” And neither of them regretted the promise they had made to each other on the night of the 30th of January, 2017.

A/N so I usually post my stuff on wattpad (my wattpad is @/ fandomsarespooky) and this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr. My blog isn’t really popular but I’d really appreciate feedback and reblogs. If you want me to write something then feel free to send in prompts!💕