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Dan Howell came into the lounge area of his forever home. He was holding a leather bound notebook and had some contracts in his hands.
"Phil? Babe? You busy? I just got the contracts for the two wedding planners. I wanna see what you think."
Dan said, sitting down next to him on the sofa. Phil took his earbuds out and paused the audio book he was listening to.
"Who are you thinking?"
"Well, there's Lorelai Bell. She's the best in the business currently. But I did just have a conversation with a new, trendy, up and coming planner. I've read the reviews on her, and I've talked to mum about her. And I feel like she's our option."
Dan said, handing the contract to the new planner over to Phil, complete with the research Dan had done.
"Irene Snow. Based out of Madrid. Did several high profile weddings not just in Spain, but in France and India as well."
"She's smart, she's funny. She's creative. I told her loosely what I was thinking and she sent over a whole list of ideas."
This is where Dan got nervous. He had an idea for what he wanted to wear. He knew Phil wouldn't mind it, but he wanted...no needed...the confirmation.
"If you and Ali think that Irene is a good fit for what you have planned, I'll sign whatever you want me to."
Dan nodded and kissed the side of Phil's head. He pulled up a picture on his phone and stared at it briefly. Phil caught it and looked at Dan. This was the look of longing. Dan caught Phil staring and he sighed. Without saying anything, Phil leaned up and kissed him gently.
"You have something on your mind, Bug?"
"What if..."
Phil waited. He knew Dan had something he wanted to get out. It was always best to wait. He knew Dan's fight or flight was kicking in. It always did when he had something hard to ask. He'd been the most patient man in the world for the last sixteen years, what was the next couple of minutes.
"Howwouldyoufeelaboutmewearingaskirt?"
"I'm sorry. What?"
Dan took another deep breath and sighed. This was something he felt strongly about, and he'd wanted to do it for awhile.
"How would you feel about me wearing a skirt...when we get married?"
Phil watched as Dan fidgeted. He got up off the couch and walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.
"Daniel James Howell, I wouldn't care if you were wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans and your trapper hat from 2009. I just want you. Whatever you wear, I'm fine. I'm more worried about how I look standing next to you."
"Oi! I don't wanna hear that from you. You are literally the sexiest man in my life. I love your weird little outfits, and whatever you choose within the color scheme of our wedding, will look amazing."
"The sexiest man in your life, huh?"
"I didn't say the world because Anthony Padilla and Jonathan Bailey exist."
"Is he coming?"
"Who? Jonathan Bailey? No, Phil. He couldn't move his filming schedule, so he won't be able to make it."
Phil placed light kisses on Dan's collarbone, knowing that he was kidding. But he played along with it.
"Oh damn. I was really looking forward to seeing that ass up close."
"To answer the obvious question, yes. He was the first to RSVP. And on the response card he wrote 'its about fucking time, you bitch.'"
Phil laughed. He saw Anthony's RSVP come in and laughed hard. He kissed Dan and then pulled away.
"Call Ali. Let her know you've made some decisions. She's bankrolling this whole situation, and she'll be glad to know that you've finalized two more things."
Ali was Dan's foster mother, Doctor Alison Santos. She came into Dan's life at a time when he needed her most, when he was seventeen, and she was his lifeline. Dan was closer to her than he was his birth mother, whom he'd gone no contact with shortly after his twentieth birthday. Dan made his way back to their office and Phil sat back down. Their wedding plans were going smoothly.
I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when you're not there
A month previously...
The red ball had dropped. Phil didn't know if he should be worried or not. He kept his cool as Dan finished laughing.
"Now, I know that this is supposed to be a punishment. And maybe this is kind of for me in a way. But I knew what I wrote on this post it note."
"Should I be worried?"
"I don't know Phil, should you?"
Dan asked, playing up with the camera. He was terrified to talk about this on camera, but he was ripping the bandaid off of everything at this point.
The ball just says "commitment issues." Everyone knew Dan had them, but he wanted to talk about it. It was time.
"Dan, the ball says commitment issues."
"Exactly. And it's true that I have them. Except for one specific area."
"O-kay..."
Phil said. He was genuinely confused. Dan hadn't mentioned anything to him about it. Which was understandable because the gatcha machine was a wild card most days.
"The one specific area, is you Philip. And I think you're aware of that, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Dan took a deep breath to center himself before he looked over at Phil. The heart eyes were lethal, today. Not that they weren't lethal every day, because they were, but Dan never actually understood the whole 'heart eyes Howell' and 'love eyes Lester' thing. It was literally how he looked at Phil every day. He liked to think it was respectful, patient, kind.
"Okay, so. As most of you know, I love this man. And yeah, this is the first time I've acknowledged that publicly since the hard launch. But I do. He is the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing on my mind at night. He is the one I have gone to battle for, and has gone to battle for me. So, him and I have had a long conversation, and I have agreed to marry this beautiful, amazing, loving man. Don't get me wrong, I still have the worst commitment phobia. I still hate doing things because I have to. The one thing I could never hate, is this literal ray of sunshine."
"Exactly. And Dan has come so far in this journey, that I asked him nine times if he was sure. Now, we're not going to give the proposal details, or the wedding date, or anything. It's a situation that we'll keep private until such a time we seem necessary. With that being said...there will be a delay in posting this."
"We'll literally be posting a tweet about it on Monday morning, explaining why. But for now...there it is."
"The Phwedding is happening!"
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