A/N: This chapter is based off my own thoughts and experiences, and maybe has some advice? I guess?
Hope you enjoy :D
When Dan returned to the laptop, he saw Phil leaning back in his chair, typing at his phone. He looked so... at peace. It was adorable. So, with the knowledge that the camera and mic was turned off, he couldn't help but just stare, without the worry of being judged as some creepy kid who likes to stare at this cute boy on his computer screen.
Dan liked everything that he knew about Phil, the little things as well as the big.
The way that his tongue poked out of the side of his mouth when he laughed.
The way that he regularly adjusted his hair so it wasn't hanging over his eyes.
The way that his hair, jet black, contrasted his ghostly pale skin.
And he loved the fact that Phil's eyes were so blue he felt he could go swimming. And without the fear of drowning, because somehow he knew that Phil would be there to hold him up if need be.
But most of all, he loved the feeling of safe he felt.
He thought that if he met Phil in real life, the mental list of things he loved about him would just get bigger. He smiled at the thought.
Phil grinned, and Dan's phone vibrated. He walked over to the desk and picked up his phone. And, of course, it was kik.
Smiling, he opened the app and began reading through the messages.
AmazingPhil: Can I please say that this is amazing, Dan? Talking to you, I mean.
That you're amazing?
Because you are. In every way.
The cute dimples you have.
And I'm probably going to be super embarrassed when you read these, but right now I don't care.
I may or may not regret these later, but hey.
They're all true. I swear to god (that may or may not exist) that I am not lying at all.
I'm not sure how long you're actually going to be, so hopefully you don't come back when I'm typing one of these.
Oh no. That would just be embarrassing XD
Well, I'll stop now. :)
Hopefully Chris doesn't steal my phone and somehow get into these messages, cause I do not want to have that conversation.
Dan smiled. This boy knew how to work his way into Dan's heart.
Maybe his mother was right. Maybe.
He sat down at his desk and switched on the camera and mic again, putting his ear buds back in as he waited for the camera to start again. Good god, he needed a new laptop. Or a MacBook. Phil was humming a little tune as he looked at something below the camera angle.
When his camera turned on again he gave a little wave and Phil looked up, a huge grin breaking out on his face.
"Welcome back, Dan," he greeted.
"Thanks," Dan replied with a grin. "I hope I didn't take too long."
Phil shook his head. "No, don't worry." Then he looked down slightly, and when Dan looked closely, he could have sworn that he saw pink on Phil's cheeks. But then again, that might have just been his overactive imagination.
"You okay?" Dan found himself asking.
Phil looked up, a sheepish sort of smile on his face. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm grand."
Dan grinned. "That's good, then," he said. Phil laughed softly, and looked down again. Dan mentally slapped himself.
Good social skills, Dan, he yelled at his brain. Find something to talk about!
He found his thoughts drifting to the previous conversations of the day, and a thought struck him.
"Hey," he asked. "Can I ask you something?"
Phil looked up, surprised. "Sure," he replied, an encouraging smile on his face. "What's up?"
Dan chewed his lip. "Um, this may be a bit personal..." he began uncertainly.
Phil was still smiling. "Hey, it's no worries," he said. "Ask away."
Dan sighed. "How did you come out as bi? I'm having a bit of trouble, is all."
Phil chuckled. "You of all people can ask me that, don't worry." Then he thought for a moment, as Dan registered his relief. "How did I come out?" Phil repeated, then shrugged. "I guess I just did. I just told my parents and my brother that I needed to talk to them. We all sat down in the lounge and I told them that I was bisexual. Just like that." Then he smiled as he recounted. "I started to tell them that yes, I like both boys and girls and no, that doesn't change who I am at all, but I couldn't finish because my brother attacked me in a headlock. He then proceeded to scruff my hair up while my parents were laughing their heads off. Then we sort of had a big group family hug thing and it was over. No harm done." He grinned, and Dan smiled along with the story.
"I'm glad it turned out that way for you," Dan said. "You deserve a family like that."
"Thank you. And you deserve a family like that too, Dan. You deserve the best." Phil looked so genuine as he said that, that Dan truly began to wonder whether this was all a dream and Phil was too good to be true.
"Thank you," Dan replied, smiling.
"How are you going with it?" Phil asked kindly.
Dan bit his lip. "Well, I just told my mum, as I said, but that's it so far," he said.
"Can I ask what happened?" Phil asked, and Dan grinned.
"Hey, you can ask that, no worries," he said. "You of all people." Phil laughed, and the butterflies danced in Dan's stomach again. Dan thought back, and recounted the events to Phil, who listened intently, smiling.
"Your mother sounds really nice!" he said when Dan finished.
"She is," Dan agreed. "I was really worried about what would happen if she didn't approve."
"Then hell would have been set loose, that's for sure," Phil said sternly.
Dan furrowed his brow, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, I would have tracked you down and given her a piece of my mind," Phil said, then smiled. "Then I would have taken you out for ice-cream."
Phil held up his hands. "Nobody can be sad with ice-cream, it's a fact of life."
Dan smiled. "Too true."
Phil smiled to match Dan. "What about the rest of your family?"
Dan's smile fell slightly. "I don't really know," he said. "As I mentioned earlier on kik, I don't think my dad's homophobic as such, but he doesn't really seem comfortable with the idea of the possibility that his kids might be gay, or bisexual in my case. I'm not really sure why that is, but I'm a little worried."
Phil nodded as he thought for a moment. "Maybe it's because he's never met an LGBT person before?" he suggested. "It's possible that he just doesn't know how the whole thing works because he's never met a gay or bi person." He shrugged. "Just a thought."
Dan thought about this for a moment. It was entirely possible.
"Maybe," he murmured.
"Maybe it's best to test the waters a little, and maybe bring up some LGBT topics and see how he reacts?" Phil offered. "Or if you don't feel comfortable with it, maybe ask your mum to do it?"
Dan smiled. "That's a good idea," he said. "Thank you."
Phil smiled too, and it seemed to brighten up Dan's entire day, even through the grainy computer screen. "Anytime," he said. "And I mean that."
"I guess you're called AmazingPhil for a good reason, then," Dan found himself saying before he could stop himself, and he blushed.
Phil laughed gently, and he fiddled with the end of his ebony hair, almost nervously, and his cheeks seemed to tint pink again. Dan decided that a blushing Phil was way too cute for the world to handle.
"I hope so, at least," Phil mumbled. "There have been times where I wasn't sure, with Chris and PJ especially."
"What do you mean?" Dan asked softly.
Phil sighed. "I dunno," he said. "Sometimes it's like their little world is perfect to them whenever we're all together, and I'm just stuck on the outside. It's hard to explain. Even before they started dating, it's always kinda been like that. I mean, they're great friends and I wouldn't give them up for anything, but occasionally it's like I'm just tagging along." He rested his head in one hand. "That probably made no sense at all, I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay," Dan replied. "It made sense, I guess. I can't really relate because I've never really had any close friends to begin with."
Phil straightened. "No way. No way!" he exclaimed, and Dan nodded.
"I've always been the one that awkwardly sits in the corner alone," Dan explained. "I guess I weirded them all out ages ago. I've never been good with holding up normal conversation, so eventually people stopped bothering."
Phil threw up his hands. "Faith in humankind is officially lost. I can't believe this!"
Dan opened his mouth to speak, but Phil held up his hand, silencing him.
Phil dropped his hand again. "I... I don't even know what to say," he managed to stutter.
Dan shrugged. "It's okay," he said. "Talking to you has been the most fun I've had in a long time. This is fine."
Phil smiled, shaking his head. "Me too, Dan," he said. "Me too."
Then there was a knock on Dan's door, and he turned, taking one earbud out. It was his mother, who poked her head around the door. "Dan?" she said in a sing-song sort of voice.
"What's up, Mum?" he asked simply.
She smiled. "Just wanted to tell you that dinner's almost ready," she answered. "Your father's cooking tonight. Can I come in?"
"Sure." Dan was completely aware that Phil was watching and listening to everything that was happening. And as much as he knew that his mother and Phil would get along, a part of him just wanted to keep Phil all to himself.
Is that selfish? he wondered.
He saw Phil wave out of the corner of his eye. "Dan," he said, "take your headphones off so I can say hi."
Dan grinned as he obliged, and chucked them on the desk. "Mum, this is Phil," he introduced them. "Phil, this is my mum."
Phil waved again. "Hi, Mrs Howell!" he said.
Dan's mother smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, Phil," she replied. "And please, call me Ann."
Phil nodded. "Nice to meet you too, Ann." Then he smiled brightly, even more than he already was. "Thank you, too," he said.
"For what," Ann asked, raising an eyebrow.
"For accepting Dan," he continued simply. "He deserves someone like you."
Ann smiled. "There's no need to thank me for that," she said, waving a hand in dismissal. "It's perfectly fine. He deserves someone like you, too, you know."
Dan felt his face go bright red and he turned away from the camera to prevent Phil seeing. He glared at his mother, who almost looked surprised.
"What?" she asked.
"Mum," Dan said through his teeth. "Shut up."
She grinned. "Sorry," she giggled, bringing up a hand to cover her mouth. She glanced over at Phil, and suddenly looked like she could barely contain her laughter. "Phil's gone red, too," she whispered. "This is perfect."
Dan buried his face in his hands. "Mum, please," he mumbled.
Ann burst out into laughter.