''And then you kissed me...'' [Phan one-shot]

My brain kept shouting this at me but I ignored it. I mean how can I be calm at a time like this? I was going to do it; I was going to kiss Phil, for the first time I might add.

My body was shaking slightly and my heart felt like it was thumping against my chest a million times per minute. The palm of my hands were ridiculously sweaty as I kept them pressed firmly against the material of my skinny jeans. Phil and I were about to go on the Manchester wheel. You see I thought this would be the perfect time to do it. The two of us watching England from the skies as I casually slip my hand into his. And when the right moment present itself I will finally-

Thoughts were interrupted when Phil gently tugged at my arm in an attempt to make me move. Taking a deep breath, I join him in one in of the pods. The door closed and my fate was sealed. Phil strolled over to one of the windows. It was then I noticed we were alone.

Step 1: Privacy - Check! And when the wheel began to move, I also noticed how cramped a space we were in. Brilliant.

My feet stumbled their way to were I was standing next to Phil. I glanced at him. He was peacefully unaware of my intentions. My breathing quickened at the mere thought of them. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous. It's not that I worried about ruining our friendship or whatever. In fact, I'm not even sure what our relationship status is. I mean we're friends and all, but there were times were I questioned us being 'just friends.' Like when Phil picked me up at the station we hugged for an abnormal amount of time. Not even the best of friends who have just meant after years of separation and turmoil would hug for such an extensive time as we did. I knew he was bisexual and vise versa. I guess I'm just hesitant of taking the next step which I really want to take.

The wheel continued to make its slow ascent. The ground grew further and further away. At this point almost all of Manchester could be seen.

Okay, Dan, now just slowly and carefully put your hand on his waist

You know the saying 'easier said than done'? Well that couldn't be anymore relatable to me at this moment. I debated in my mind on whether I should do it or not. After much contemplation, I began to remove my hand that was originally in my pocket and sluggishly moved it. It stopped just short of Phil's waist. I watched him out of the corner of my eye but he remained unaffected. Slowly but surely, I wrapped my hand gingerly around his waist. I felt myself blushing profusely as I watched Phil once more. He was still emotionless as he continued to stare out the glass but I was for sure he knew my arm was around him. Then, to my surprise, Phil sighed in content as he moved closer to me before resting his head on my shoulder. 

Holy. Crap. I. Can't. Breathe. Phil Lester is actually okay with this and is actually has his head on my shoulder. Step 2: Close distance - Check!

This is it; It's now or never. My other hand, the one that was not on Phil's waist, also finds its way out of the pocket of my jeans. It's still incredibly tremulous and covered in perspiration. I quickly and discreetly wiped it on my cladded leg. My hand then found its way to Phil's face. I placed it under his chin to make him look up at me which he did. I swiftly moved it to rest on his cheek. I took this moment to relish what was happening. This could either be the best thing that ever happened to me that will lead me down a pathway of pure and utter happiness with the love of my life by my side or the worst that will result in Phil never speaking to me ever again. The latter made doubt overtake my system for a second, but as I stared into Phil's blue eyes, those indescribably beautiful eyes, a burst of courage filled my body and made every speck of uncertainty fly out before disappearing into the chilly English air. I took one last, deep breath...and leaned in.

Step 3: Kiss and live happily ever after - A still proud, on-going check!