Yes

The flat was abnormally loud for the first time in what felt like forever. They weren't really the type to throw parties as such, but Dan felt that a party was what was needed this year. Not that Phil had any previous inclination that there would be one and had almost wet himself when he'd walked into the flat to a cacophony of "surprise!" from his friends. However after the formalities had finished; the inevitable out of tune rendition of Happy Birthday out of the way early and the cake completely polished off relatively quickly, the party was in full swing. There could have only been twenty people there but it was the most people they'd had over at once. Across the room Dan could see Phil thrashing PJ, Carrie and Pete at twister despite the fact he'd had as much to drink as anyone else, much to the rest of the room's enjoyment. He turned back to the conversation he was having with Charlie and rolled his eyes as he answered the question he'd just been asked. "Yes, I think Phil is having a good birthday."

No

"No." Dan said firmly, an angry expression marring his usually good natured features as he lashed out at his fans during a live show for the first time since the incident of 2012. "I don't care if it's because I have more subscribers, or more people know who I am, or even if you swear it's not 'personal', okay?" Dan's fingers curled mockingly into quotation marks. "If you have the actual nerve to turn up at a meet and greet and refuse to hug Phil, it's both really fucking mean and incredibly rude. I'm sorry, but if you are one of those people learn some fucking manners."

Sorry

A pink flush was creeping across Phil's cheeks as he stared at Dan, hands curled into fists by his sides. "Dan, please! Dan I-"
"I don't care, Phil!" Dan retorted, eyes sparkling. "You can't just keep apologizing and hope that it makes this situation any better."
Phil opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the words that didn't sound like a repeat of every other conversation they'd had about this. "I really am embarrassed and I'm genuinely so sorry."
Dan scoffed. "Yes, you should be Phil. It's getting ridiculous now!" Phil looked down, the flush deepening. "I could even buy two packets if you wanted, just stop shoving your hands in my fucking cereal!"

Thank You

"I'm not getting up. I don't want to. I am a self-employed man who had write his own schedules. I can do what I like." Phil muttered to himself as he snuggled further under his duvet.

"JUST DO IT!" reverberated through the room at such an intense volume that Phil jumped so violently he went crashing off the bed. "What the f-" he exclaimed as Dan burst through the door in hysterics.
"Do you like your new alarm, Phil?" Dan got out through bursts of laughter. "I took the liberty of setting it to the gorgeous tones of Mr. LaBoeuf."

Phil scowled. "Oh, thank you so much Dan. You absolute wanker."