dan

"five seconds more," rebecca says as i finish the note, taking a deep breath once it's over. when i look at rebecca she's giving me a huge smile and clapping her hands as if she's impressed and i can feel the heat pooling in my cheeks as i quietly thank her.

"that was really good! i mean phil has told me you're a good singer but that was really impressive," she rambles and i just give her a small smile, looking down at my lap to hide the red blush creeping up my neck.

the idea of phil appreciating me is kind of foreign, but i believe her anyway to stop overthinking about it, and watch as rebecca jots down something in the small notebook in her hand, shutting it close once she's done and looks at me with a small smile.

"so, shall we wrap it up for today?" she glances at her phone. "we've already practiced for an hour extra, good job," she pats my shoulder and i thank her, following her as she exits the studio and makes her way to phil's office.

i haven't seen phil ever since our exchange, and it makes me slightly nervous to face him even though i didn't initiate anything. i mean i did consent to whatever that was, and that makes me equally responsible, but if phil starts acting weird with me after, this i will actually punch him.

we reach the office too soon, and i run my fingers through my fringe to smoothen it down as she pushes the door open, phil sitting in his office chair, a pencil in his hand as he scribbles something on one of the many scattered papers around him.

"oh hey, you guys are done already?" his eyes are still fixed on the piece of paper, and i watch silently as rebecca rolls her eyes and walks over to phil's table, placing her palms on the edge and leaning over.

"what are you doing?" her voice is annoyingly sweet and i scowl, flopping on the couch because i know their exchange is going to take a while. i take out my phone, and begin scrolling through my notifications, which only consists of youtube updates or new tumblr posts.

my life is really sad.

"i'm just working on the instrumental that chris sent me this morning, how was your practice?" i roll my eyes when phil begins to speak, all his attention focused on rebecca.

"it was good, dan did really well today!" even though i'm annoyed with rebecca, i can feel my cheeks heat, and phil tilts his body slightly to take a look at me. i can feel my cheeks heating even more and i sink further into the couch so i don't have to look at him.

"that's good," his voice is slow and i can almost imagine the smirk settling on his stupid pink lips.

"so what are you up to now? wanna grab lunch?" i raise my head at rebecca's question and phil makes eye contact with me before answering.

"i would love to," he pauses to notice the irritated expression on my face. "but i've got to work with dan on another instrumental, maybe tomorrow?" he raises an eyebrow, and i drop my phone in my lap to cross my arms across my chest.

rebecca just nods happily, and says her goodbyes to both phil and i, ruffling my hair when she goes out. i possessively, fix them back into place, furrowing my eyebrows at her invasive action, before puffing out a sigh. i lean back against the backrest of the soft couch, pick up my phone and scroll through tumblr so fast that i don't even wait for the images to load.

"you look a little annoyed there baby, is everything okay?" phil's tone is mocking, and when i tear my gaze away from my phone to glare at him, he just has a stupid smile on his face.

"don't call me that, i hate you," i drop my phone once again to cross my arms over my chest and he just giggles, placing his hands on the edge of the table to push his chair back as he leans against it.

"come here," he beckons me and i just raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"tell that to rebecca, i'm not coming anywhere," i feel like i'm being a little dramatic but i can't help it. just rebecca's presence around phil annoys me to no bounds.

"come on now don't be like this, you know you are so much hotter than her," i can feel my cheeks heat at the statement and the creases of my forehead smoothening out. god dammit.

"i'm not,"

"stop being modest,"

"shut up phil," i roll my eyes, and he just raises his eyebrows at me, rolling his bottom lip between his fingers.

"if you don't come here then i will come there, and give you a good punishment for being a bad boy,"

--

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )