A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to say that in no way, shape or form will depression, anxiety or anything of the sort come into this story. Although there will be the occasional weird thoughts that everyone has such as "What does he even see in me?", nothing overly depressing will happen. No cutting, no suicidal thoughts, nobody dying (not much of a spoiler, I love my fluff). Just wanted to say that here.
There may be a few minor cases of homophobia later on, but nothing overly major. (Still not much of a spoiler). And there will be ANGST and ANGRY PEOPLE but hey, that's probably all.
Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter :D
Dan chucked the phone on the bed as he lay on his back. He put his hands behind his head and started up at the ceiling, trying to think of something, anything, other than Phil.
Perfect timing for the front door of Dan's house to open and then loudly slam a few seconds later.
"Dan?" his mother quietly called up the stairs. Dan chose not to answer. He heard his little brother thumping up the stairs and the door to the room next to his crash open and slam shut again.
"Dan?" His mother knocked on the door and gently opened it.
He looked sideways over to her. "Afternoon," he said.
She smiled and let herself in, closing the door behind her. "Morning, sleepyhead," she teased. "Sleep well?"
Of course he did, with those beautiful blue eyes haunting his dreams-
"Yeah," he said nonchalantly.
She raised an eyebrow as she came over to Dan's bed. "What time did you go to sleep?"
No use lying. He trusted his mother, anyway. "About three," he replied.
His mother sat down on the bed, shaking her head. "Tumblr again?" she asked.
Well, at least Dan had a mother who knew what Tumblr was, even if she wasn't an internet-obsessed person like he was. "No."
This time, both eyebrows went up. "So, what was it?"
"An app called kik, where you can make conversation with random strangers," Dan began, then stopped. How much did he want to tell?
Oh, please. He had to tell someone, or he'd explode.
His mother smiled - she knew how awkward Dan was when it came to actually talking to people. "How did that go for you?"
Dan felt heat rising to his cheeks and he looked away. His mother laughed. "That well, huh?" She teased, poking his arm.
"Shut up," he mumbled. But he secretly wanted her to ask questions, because he wanted to tell someone.
"Who's the lucky lady?" His mother's grin fell when she saw Dan tense up. "Dan?" she asked, her brows furrowing in concern. "What's wrong?"
This time, he felt the blood rushing from his face. Of course she would assume that he was talking about a girl. He sat up and pulled himself into a position where he could lean against the wall. "Well, the thing is..." he began, unsure where to go. Then he sighed. Best to get it over with. "It's a guy. Mum, I'm bisexual."
There was a pause for a few seconds where his mother studied him, and Dan felt the pressure in his chest. He was tense and his hands were gripping his bedclothes so tight that his knuckles where white. Then his mother smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you so tense? It's fine," she said. "I love you, no matter who you fall in love with."
The weight lifted, the pressure released and his muscles relaxed. His mother then pulled him into a tight hug, and he fell into it. He hugged her back, and they stayed like that for a little while.
When she finally pulled away, she brushed at Dan's cheeks, and he realised that he had started crying. He furiously wiped at his eyes, relieved.
"Thank you," he said.
He was surprised when his mother laughed. "There's no need to thank me, Dan, it doesn't matter. Really!"
Dan only had time to smile before she launched into relentless interrogation.
"What's his name?"
"Phil. Phil Lester." He liked Phil's name. It somehow suited him; he looked like a Phil.
"How old is he?"
"Not too old then, that's good. Where does he live?"
"Ooh, you might be able to meet him someday!"
"I hope so." And he really did. He wanted to see Phil with his own eyes and touch him and make sure that he was actually real, and that he wasn't fantasizing over someone that never existed.
Because that might just shatter him into a million tiny pieces.
"What does he look like?"
This was the question that brought the heat rushing back to Dan's face. When he looked over and saw his mother eyeing him expectantly, he smiled and said, "He is absolutely gorgeous."
She clapped her hands. "Show me!" she demanded, and he picked up his phone, unlocking it and going into kik. He tapped onto Phil's profile picture and handed it over. She took the phone and studied the picture, a grin growing on her face. "He's cute," she commented, nodding. "Yep, you're right. He is stunning." She looked up, slightly dismayed. "Why couldn't I get one that looked like that?"
Dan laughed as she grinned again. He had an awesome mother.
She handed back his phone, and he looked again at the last few happy messages they had exchanged. "He's actually amazing, Mum," Dan sighed. "He's like the first best friend I've ever had, and we haven't even been talking that long. But as soon as we started talking, I found out that we have so much in common and we share so many interests and it's really amazing. I feel like I've known him for years. I'm not sure what's happening, but I honestly don't know what I'd do if he stopped messaging me." He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the ceiling again. "I'm obsessed with a boy I've never met. It's pathetic."
His mother smiled. "I've already established that you definitely have a huge crush on this boy. This boy that you've never met." She joined him in looking at the ceiling. "You are so cute, Dan."
"Shut up," he mumbled again.
She chuckled. "Hey," she said softly. "You know what I think?"
He looked at her to find her intensely staring at him with wise eyes. "What?" he asked.
"I think that it's better to take a chance and regret it than to never take a chance at all and regret it later," she said simply.
Now it was Dan's turn to stare. Maybe she was right. Maybe he should take a chance on Phil. Maybe he should allow this crush on the gorgeous boy because hell, he was already in way over his head.
His mother gave a small smile. "Because it sounds like you need this boy," she continued.
He nodded. His mother had said it to him, PJ had said it to him, he'd said it to himself: he needed Phil. "I do," he agreed. "I really do."
Breaking the moment, his phone vibrated, making them both jump. And again. Suddenly it was going off the hook. Dan's mother raised an eyebrow, and Dan realised that it was Chris spamming the group chat. He couldn't help but grin.
"Is it him?" his mother asked.
Dan shook his head. "Nah, it's Chris, one of Phil's friends. He introduced me to Chris and PJ this morning. They're really cool."
He quickly scanned the messages.
crabstickz: noOooOOooOO i refuse to give into the power of pills!!!!!!$%+$)@?&#+@)#-
KickThePj: I apologise on Chris' behalf.
Following was a series of silly pictures. Dan laughed, and quickly typed a message.
danisnotonfire: Chris, what the fuck is all this?
He became aware that his mother was reading over his shoulder and giggling.
Oh, this is my spam before the pills kick in. Peej got the drowsy ones and forced me to take them.
danisnotonfire: so you are rebelling against the power of medicine?
danisnotonfire: I see
KickThePj: I made sure to get the drowsy ones. God knows he needs them.
crabstickz: I hate you, Peej.
but i love you, Peej.
KickThePj: I love you too. Now sleep.
Chris didn't reply after that.
"Are those two a couple?" his mother inquired from his shoulder, and he nodded. "They seem cute together."
"They've been dating for a few months now," Dan explained.
"What about Phil?"
Dan blushed again. "Bloody hell, Mum," he muttered. When she didn't answer, he sighed again. "He's bi, too."
She clapped her hands. "Oh, this is exciting!" she exclaimed.
KickThePj: I took Chris' phone off him and switched it off, so now he has to sleep.
I'm gonna go too, bye Dan :)
danisnotonfire: seeya :)
Dan locked his phone. His mother was grinning.
"Now," she said, clasping her hands together and sitting them in her lap.
"Yes?" Dan asked.
"Tell me everything about this boy!" she exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dan raised his eyebrows. "'This boy'-" he air quoted "-has a name, you know," he said.
She rolled her eyes. "Okay then. Tell me everything about Phil," she amended.
It was Dan's turn to roll his eyes, but he was grinning like an idiot.
And just like that, he launched into the tale.