Lie To Make Me Like You
“Phil Lester.” Dan supplied. “He’s my plus one.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow, eyes darting between the two of them suggestively. “Oh? How long have you two been together?”
Dan blanched. “Sorry, we’re not…actually–”
“A little over seven years, isn’t it Dan?” his mum piped up cheerfully. “I remember the first time you stayed over at Phil’s. You still haven’t stopped talking about him.”
“Maybe the next Howell wedding will be yours,” Mae teased, flicking the end of his tie.
Dan shot a look towards Phil, panic rising. Enough awkward socializing had made them fairly fluent in speaking through eye contact and minute gestures, and as their eyes met Phil smiled lightly as if to say ‘I’m okay with it if you are.’ Dan, being the incompetent, horribly introverted idiot he was, latched onto the idea and ran with it.“Yeah,” he said, laughing in a way that he hopes comes off more as fond and less what the fuck did I just get myself into. “Maybe.”
-Someone assuming Dan and Phil are a couple who doesn’t recognize them and Dan and Phil letting them assume that and enjoying being able to act like a couple.
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For the most part Dan tried to keep his personal and business lives separate. He wasn’t very close with most of his family, and enough encounters with viewers who didn’t quite grasp the concept of boundaries only served to reinforce this decision. Aside from his immediate family he rarely saw the rest of the Howell Clan, and so it was a bit of a surprise to receive an invitation to his cousin Mae and Charlie’s wedding.
He vaguely remembered Mae–a precocious eight year old with a habit of pulling his hair, and the smiling woman on the front of the card bore a passing resemblance. To be perfectly honest he’d forgotten she existed; he didn’t think they’d spoken since they were children and he’d never heard of Charlie. His mum had wanted him to go, though, so naturally he’d forced Phil to come and suffer with him. While Phil might have had reservations about taking Dan to the Lester family gatherings, he had no such qualms about taking him to the Howells.
His parents loved Phil, and even Adrian had a grudging respect for the man. Besides, Phil was better at tying ties, remembering general wedding etiquette, and covering Dan’s social ineptitude so there was that, too. The wedding ceremony had been quite long, but the food had more than made up for it. Dan had finished dinner feeling so full he felt a little like throwing up, but based on the heaping pile of food on Phil’s plate it didn’t look like the feeling was mutual.
“It looks like you took half the dessert table,” he noted, taking a bite of the cake–some sort of lemon with vanilla frosting.
Phil made a satisfied noise, popping another biscuit in his mouth. “It’s not my fault, I’m a growing boy.”
“You’re pushing thirty.”