It's been a freaking while, sorry

Drink (water obviously) every time you read the word straightener/s

"oh hey," Phil's mother greeted, as Phil ran into the kitchen.

"Yeah, hey. Can you give us a lift?" Phil asked, rushed.

"Yeah, sure," his mum replied.

"Thanks," Phil said, quickly, while turning around to run upstairs.

"Hey! Hold it right there young man. You can't just ask for a lift then leave," his mum told him.

"I can if I'm running late."

"But I want to talk about you and Dan," she complained.

"What's there to talk about?"

"I may... Or may not, have peeked in your room this morning," she admitted.

"And you didn't think to wake us?!"

"I know, I know I should have but I was distracted with how cute it was," she almost squealed. After all, her son had yet to find a boyfriend, and she knew it was something Phil desperately wanted.

Phil didn't even blush at this however, as he was too focussed on getting to school on time, so just told her, "I'm going to tell Dan you're giving us a lift," then stormed out the room.

Phil went back to his room to find Dan frantically tugging on his hair, and just stared at him in bemusement.

"What?" Dan barked, as soon as he looked up and saw Phil staring at him.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked.

"Doesn't matter to you," Dan replied, going back to tugging on his hair. Phil shrugged and walked over to where he kept his straighteners, and started straightening his hair. There were a few minutes of silence as the boys fussed over their hair.

Dan then realised that he'd forgotten to ask if they could have a lift, and started to say, "hey, have we got-" getting cut off as he turned around and glanced at the straightener. Dan abandoned all thought of conversation and leaped towards Phil.

Phil squeaked as Dan's face was right in front of him, causing him to nearly burn himself. "Dan?" Phil implored.

"You did not tell me you had straighteners!" Dan shouted, actually shouted.

"Yeah well-"

"I need them"

"But I'm-"

"I look like a fucking poodle, give me the straightener," Dan demanded.

"Oh that's why you were frantically pulling your hair."

"Yes, it is. Now, give me it" Dan dismissed, making grabby hands for the straighteners.

"Can't you wait til I'm finished?" Phil reasoned.

"No, we don't have time. I need it more."

"I forgot how entitled you act most of the time," Phil muttered.

"I do not, i just need the fucking straighteners," Dan replied, through gritted teeth.

"Well I need them too. It's my house-"

"Actually it's your mum's" Dan interrupted.

"Oh shut up, and my straighteners," Phil continued.

"Okay fine, whatever, you use your straighteners. I don't care," Dan huffed, beginning to walk out the room.

"I'm sure you can use it afterwards," Phil assured. Dan just slammed the door, and Phil sighed, quickly going back to straightening his hair. Dan just wasted like five minutes of getting ready time.

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"I'm done!" Phil called to Dan, as he placed down his straighteners. Immediately Phil could hear Dan running up the stairs. Dan burst through the doorway, panting. Phil gave him a glance, amused at how desperate Dan was to get his hair straight.

"I...should...never...do that... again," Dan panted, still trying to catch his breath. Phil was a little surprised at Dan's lack of athletic ability, considering he was one of the popular people.

Once Dan was breathing normally, he strutted over to Phil, gesturing for Phil to pass over the straighteners.

"We don't have time," Phil announced, causing Dan's heart to break.

"You told me we'd have time!" Dan complained.

"Well... I was wrong."

"But I look like a poodle. A fucking poodle."

"I was thinking more hobbit..."

"Phil!" Dan reprimanded, going to hit Phil but realising he was too far away from him.

Phil put is arms up in surrender. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It'll be fine. Just go to school like that, we need to go," he said.

Dan looked like he was thinking something over, and took a while to come up with a response. "I'm pretty sure the jumper thing won't be first thing, so we don't really have to rush." He mused. Phil did not agree with this, or say anything at all. He just walked out of the room, dragging Dan with him.

Phil's mum handed them a cereal bar and a bottle of water each, as they had no time to eat a proper breakfast, and made their way to the front door.

"I can't do this. I can't have my hair like this," Dan worried.

"What's wrong with it? It's lovely," Phil's mum asked.

"It's not. I look... I look... Stupid," Dan insisted.

"It doesn't look stupid. Phil tell Dan his hair doesn't look stupid," Phil's mum instructed.

"Why should I do that?" Phil asked.

"Just do it," she commanded. Phil slightly cowered at his mum's authoritative tone, which was odd, considering it was such a small thing. Why did she make Phil assure Dan, not just herself?

"Uuh, yeah, it looks...fine Dan," Phil said, half-heartedly.

"Thanks. I feel so reassured," Dan replied, sarcastically.

"Come on Phil. Admit it looks cute. I'll just go turn on the car," Phil's mum encouraged.

She walked quickly towards the car, and Phil sighed. "Why don't you like your hair anyway?" He asked, wanting to avoid actually complimenting Dan.

"No body has this hairstyle," Dan explained.

"Yes they do"

"Only unpopular people," Dan claimed. Phil scoffed.

"Yeah, Troye Sivan is totally unpopular," Phil said sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Did he really not see how attractive his hair was.

"Yeah, but... No, he makes it look good," Dan stumbled.

"And you don't?"

"No"

"It looks cute," Phil assured.

"Like I said before, cute is not sexy!"

Phil reached up to touch Dan's curls but Dan stopped him. Phil pouted at that, and Dan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the smile invading on his lips.

"Please, let me ping that little pig curl," Phil begged. 

"Hey!" Dan objected, shoving Phil away.

"But it's so cuuuuttee," Phil whined.

"I thought you said my hair was just fine," Dan argued, making air quotes at the word fine.

"Yeah well..." Phil said, trailing off as he moved his hand closer to Dan's hair.

"Phil, I know I told you to compliment Dan but I didn't mean start flirting. We're going to be late!" Phil's mum shouted, interrupting their conversation. It did however mean Dan was distracted by Phil's mum's words, allowing Phil's hand to touch Dan's hair, so very lightly. He quickly moved his hand forwards, finding one particularly curly curl, and pinged it. At this, Dan sort of, growled, and Phil laughed.

"I promise, your hair looks nice. Now let's go, before mum literally drags us into the car," Phil told him.

"Don't touch my hair again," Dan warned, and walked towards the car, facing Phil the whole time.

Surprise! This is not the last part! Maybe the next one will be the last. At this point idek.