"phiiill," dan sing-songed as he walked down the hall to phil's room. dan had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant for him and phil to have a date night. it wasn't their anniversary or anything, but dan had remembered this restaurant a while ago and started saving up some extra money for a special night.

"yes?" dan's smile faded as he walked in to phil's room. phil was dressed like he was going somewhere, clearly not a fancy place, he was wearing normal clothes, but he was tying his shoes as dan walked in.
"phil, what are you doing?"
phil looked in the mirror and fixed his fringe, "oh, i meant to tell you, i'm gonna head out to pj's for a bit. is that okay?"

dan looked at the floor. he had been planning this for the last month. he wouldn't have minded if phil chose to go to pj's another night, but this was supposed to be their night. dan looked back up at phil, "yeah. yeah that's okay."

phil looked concerned as he wrapped his arms around dan, "dan, what's wrong?"

"nothing. it's just.. i had planned a night out for us."

"oh. where at? a restaurant? the cinema?"

"uh, it was this one restaurant. it's in london, it just costed a little bit of money, and i had to make a reservation, so.."

"oh, goodness. dan, why didn't you tell me? i'll go tell pj i can't come over today."

"phil, it's fine. you don't have to cancel."

"dan, i'm cancelling. you said it cost a bit of money, and even if it didn't, i would still go. you're my boyfriend, dan, i'm going on a date with you."

a small smile crept on to dan's face and he chuckled, "okay, phil. if you insist."

phil called pj and cancelled their plans, telling him why he was cancelling at the last minute.

"okay, let's go."

dan stopped phil from walking out the door. "phil, the reservation isn't until eight, silly. and you'll need to dress up a bit more, you can't wear your lion shirt and skinny jeans to this place."

"jeez, dan, where are we going, Buckingham Palace?" phil wrapped his arms around dan again and pushed his fringe out of his face, making it a quiff, which he much preferred. dan snuggled his head in to the crook of phil's neck.

"no, but i am paying for this dinner and it's quite expensive, so i'd like for you to wear more fancy clothes."

"dan, i don't want you spending a ton of money on me. where are we going? how much is it?"

dan looked up at phil and put a finger to his lips, motioning for him to be quiet, "phil, shh. it's okay, i have this all planned out. it's fine, don't worry."

phil sighed, "okay, but i don't want to see the bill when it comes."

dan chuckled, "okay."

they continued to stand with their arms around each other for a bit.

"i'm sleepy," phil said after a while, "we should take a nap. it's only, like, three o'clock. can we sleep for a little?"

dan took his arms out from around phil and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. dan leapt on to the bed, phil joining after quickly removing his shoes. phil pulled dan closer to him. dan pressed their foreheads together and pulled the duvet over them, covering everything but their heads. the two fell asleep while listening to the other's breathing.

dan's eyes fluttered open. he remembered where he was and grabbed his phone, checking the time: 19:32
dan rolled back to get up but fell out of the bed, waking phil in the process. "fuck!"

phil rubbed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, "dan, what are you doing?"

dan was off the floor now and hurrying to get his clothes on that he had apparently taken off. "phil, it's past seven thirty! we need to go!"

"crap! i forgot!" phil got out of bed to get changed. his feet got caught in the blanket, resulting in him, unsurprisingly, falling.
"ow," he giggled.

dan chuckled and helped up his boyfriend. the two hurriedly got changed and left the flat to grab a cab to the restaurant.

they arrived at the restaurant at 7:57. they hurried in to the restaurant. the maitre d' greeted them, "hello. name, please?"

"howell," dan said while gently gripping phil's hand.

"right this way," a waitress with short, blonde hair guided them to a booth and handed them their menus.

"what would you two like to drink?" she asked with a kind smile.

"water, please."

"uh, water for me as well," phil said, "with lemon, please."

"yes sirs. i'll be back in a few minutes."

"thank you," dan said to her before she turned around. he looked down at his menu, trying to decide what to eat.
"what do you think about the fettuci—"

"dan!" phil shout-whispered.

dan's jumped and his eyes widened, "what?!"

"why didn't you tell me we were going to Sketch? dan, this place is so expensive. too expensive. when you said it cost a bit of money, i didn't think you meant this!"

"phil, calm down. this isn't even that expensive."

phil looked at him like he just said the dumbest thing known to man, "how much was it?"

"you said you didn't wanna know."

"dan," phil persuaded.

"one hundred and thirty-five pounds per person. phil, listen, it's oka—"

phil sighed, "dan.. i didn't want you spending that much."

"philip lester, listen to me. i saved up money just so we could have a special night out. i didn't want to go to some place we always go, or some rinky dink bar or some shit. i wanted us to have a nice, fancy dinner somewhere, even if it did cost a little more than what we normally spend. i don't care if we talk about this later, but can we please enjoy our night and not worry about money?"

phil smiled, "dan, i know i say this a lot, but god, i love you."

dan felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. the waitress walked over with the drinks, "are you two ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?"

"um, can we have a few more minutes, please?"dan asked.

"sure thing," they exchanged smiles.

"as i was saying before i was rudely interrupted," dan said while chuckling, "what do you think about the fettuccine?"

"chicken or alfredo?"

"phil, you already know the answer to that question."

"daaaann," phil wined, "you always get chicken! why don't you get alfredo? it's good, you don't know what you're missing."

"phiiiillll," dan responded, mimicking phil's wine, "you know i don't like alfredo. i've had it before, and i threw it up."

phil huffed, pretending to be mad, "dan, really? that was what, four years ago?"

dan raised his eyebrows, "it hasn't been that long, has it? four years?"

"yes, it has."

"still, no."

phil pouted and did his best puppy eyes, "pwease, dan? pwetty pwease?"

"no, phil, i'm not getting alfredo," he looked up at phil, who was still doing his puppy eyes and pouty lip.

god, he's so adorable. i can't say no to that face.

the waitress came back over to their table, "ready to order?"

"yes," dan smiled, "two orders of fettuccine alfredo, please."