A/n:

I forgot to mention I haven't slept in three days - Char

"Hell yeah!" for the rest of the two hours together, they talked about writing and books. Both accidentally screaming over each other to finish their sentences. Dan completely loved this, getting help from another intelligent writer. Dan is about to finish talking about the Fifty Shades of Grey movie and book and how stupid it is when he feels a weight on his shoulder. He looks down to notice the punk asleep on his shoulder. His eyes widening, "Phil?"

Dan groans, poking him. "Phil, Harry is casting spells," he whispers. Not a single move, only a twitch. "Puppies?" Dan managed to strain out. Phil bolted up, "Where?!" he screamed. Dan twitches at this. "Really, a puppy? Out of all the things punks are interested in... A puppy?" Dan scoffs.

Phil narrows his eyes, "puppies are cute, shut the fuck up."

"I'm more of a cat person," Dan shrugged.

"Use the door," Phil spoke harshly.

"What? Why?" Dan raised an eyebrow.

"Just open it," Phil replied. Dan slowly opens the door in confusion. "Now leave," Phil innocently smiles.

"But I'm a reporter you ass, I must report something," Dan groaned.

"Report my ass then, now leave," Phil smirked.

"I mean, I don't have a problem with that. But I think the social media would," Dan remarked.

"Touché," Phil replied in a snarky manner.

"Fuck, I have to go home. I have to write more," Phil says and grabs his beanie before putting it on. "Uh, can I have your number?" Dan asked, "to be friends," he quickly finished.

"Damn, was kind of hoping for the 'let's date' thing, but okay," Phil jokes, before grabbing Dan's phone and dialing it in, "here Juliet," he says and hands Dan the phone before walking off. "Wait, why can't I be Romeo!" Dan shouts after Phil, leaving some people to stare at them in confusion.

"Do I look like a Juliet?" Phil winks before walking off. "Fuck you! What is that supposed to mean?" Dan shouts. Phil only flips a finger at him, not turning to face him before walking into the house.

Text message to Phil: I'll report your ass to the authorities :)

Text message from Phil: Please, let them know about my ass. It's my kink. ;)

Text message to Phil: excuse me blockt

Text message from Phil: okay my casual fandom member of twitter. Block me!!

Text message to Phil: hey how did you know I was on twitter?

Text message from Phil: ... Dan for fucks sake that was an insult.

Text message to Phil: OKAY first OF ALL

Text message from Phil: dan

Text message to Phil: yes dear

Text message from Phil: go to bed its past your bedtime

Text message to Phil: I DO NOT HAVE A BEDTIME

.... anymore.

Text message from Phil: wtf why do you have a bedtime?

Text message to Phil: I DON'T I JUST GO TO SLEEP AT THE SAME TIME EVERy nighT OKAY?

Text message from Phil: that's a bedtime

Text message to Phil: IM REPORTING YOU TO THE POLICE FOR HARRASSMENT

Read 12:32 pm

Text message to Phil: oH YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE ME ON READ BITCH

Read 12:33 pm

Text message to Phil: ILL FUCKING CUT UR HAIR OFF

Read 12:34 pm

Text message to Phil: I stg stop

Read 12:35 pm

Text message to Phil: I'll send nudes

Read 12:36 pm

Text message to Phil: I'll send puppies and Emma Watson?

Text message from Phil: HELLO

Text message to Phil: you ass

Text message from Phil: I mean, once again the ass is my kink so ---

Text message to Phil: donkeys are your kink?

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DAN POV

I smirk at my win before plopping onto my bed. My cat Felix hoping onto me and scratching the shit out of me. "Felix!" I screech, kicking him across the room. "Shit, sorry. Are you okay?" I stand up, to see Felix glaring at me. Before he jumps up and grabs onto my shirt with his claws, scratching me. My neighbors did call the police that night.

Because I screamed so loud that the police station probably thought a woman was giving birth. No, it was some guy with a cat that scratched him.