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♥ one-shot eleven // the first time i've seen love [fluff/au] ♥

Inspired By: a hella cute tumblr text post and various crush-type things going on atm.

One-Shot Title Credit: kissing in cars - pierce the veil

Warnings: mention of neglect and abuse (relationship-wise) 

Genre/Content: fluff/au

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"Oh, Philip, your dad is such an amazing, beautiful person. He is the most beautiful person I ever met," my mom would constantly gush. I never understood what she meant by that; I just thought she was trying to make my dad feel special. After all, no one could love a person as much as that. Could they?

Every day, I had thought about that question. It wasn't normal for a five year-old to be thinking of things like that, but it stuck with me all the way to my late teens. By this time, I was beginning to find myself and I had found out something that made me different from other guys. Well, most guys. 

Obviously, it was hard for me to even comprehend I only liked someone of the same gender as I. It was a new feeling, a new experience, and I wasn't used to it. Was I even supposed to like guys? Was it normal? Who would except me? 

But as time went on, I, and everyone else, began to except me for who I was. I began to grow comfortable with who I was and how I was going to live my life (not that it was any different from any other human being on Earth). 

As I began to grow into a much more confident young adult, I met lots of amazing people along the way. Friends, best friends, enemies, anyone I was able to meet, I would talk to and try to know more about them. And each time I met a new person, more specifically a guy, I would always think about the love my mom displayed for my dad. Would I ever meet someone I would love so dearly I would do anything for them? I still didn't understand why their love was so strong. What could've made their bond that strong?

Each day passed, relationships came and gone, I was left by myself more than I had ever expected. I began to wonder if I would ever actually find my other half. What was it even like to love someone?

"Mum, what did you mean when you used to tell me dad was the most amazing, beautiful person you had ever met?" I had finally gotten up the courage to ask my mom what she meant when she used to talk to me while I lay in bed at night.

"Well, you see, hon, that's just how I felt. I felt that your dad was my other half; my soul mate. I felt like I could walk on water when I was with him. He could give me the strongest butterflies, my knees would always go weak, and my heart would pound whenever I was with him. So, I had just meant that I was so, so unbelievably in love with your dad and I knew nothing could tear us apart. I still know nothing can tear us apart. Our love is so strong, it's almost unreal. But that's the thing, it is real. And everyone will be able to find this kind of love if they try their hardest. You'll know when you find your one and only." 

I thought about mom's words. You'll know when you find your one and only. But did she really mean that you will know once you meet them? Or after some time? I wasn't sure, so I just let it be once again.

I ended up being a part of a bad relationship. The guy who I was with always commented negatively about my appearance, my personality, my family, anything that was me. He would constantly yell and throw hissy fits whenever I wouldn't get him exactly what he wanted. There was always the occasional punch or slap thrown and the overall feeling of dread of having to wake up to face another day with this monster, but I drug it out as long as I could. Even when he would leave me by myself for days on end, nothing to eat or do, since he had threatened me if I ever stepped foot outside. 

I was in a box; I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to go to. I couldn't tell my mum, she was too fragile. My dad probably wouldn't do the most helpful things and neither would my friends. At this point, I only had myself. 

But then I met him. The deep brown-eyed boy who made sarcastic comments and was a total idiot at times, but he made me feel certain things I had never felt before. His laugh would sound like music to my ears, his voice was so soothing I felt like I could get lost in it, his arms seemed like they were meant to be wrapped around me. But I was still stuck in this abusive relationship, until I told Dan about it. 

He didn't react as I would've expected him to. I expected him to go ballistic, but he only asked me a couple questions: 'Are you okay with leaving where are you now and going somewhere with me?'. 'What time should I come get you?', and 'Will your ex-boyfriend, yes ex-boyfriend, be out the house at the planned time?'

I was ready to go. Even if I had just met Dan a couple weeks before, while I was with my ex-boyfriend who was keeping a close eye on me, I felt like I could trust him with my life. He made me feel safe and secure. I just couldn't explain it. 

That morning (more like night, really), I snuck out and met Dan at the front of the building. I would've packed my things, but I was just ready to leave. I was ready get out and be happy once again. I was tired of living like I was in an exhibit. 

"You sure you want to do this?" Dan questioned again, the concern obvious in his eyes.

"I need to do this." And with a quick nod, we left. 

We went to another area, settled down, and began to live as flatmates, also growing closer to each other each and everyday. We were thick as thieves and knew each other like the back of our hands. We were best friends, no doubt, but I knew I wanted to be more than best friends. 

So, when he first laid a kiss, I was shocked, sure it was all a dream, but when he opened his eyes and flashed his gorgeous smile, I knew it was reality and I knew the answer to my question.

"Mum, I now know what you meant."

"Meant what, sweetie?"

"I know what you meant about you saying dad was the most amazing, beautiful person you ever met because I have met the most amazing, beautiful person to ever walk this Earth."

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This is so dumb wow. But it's midnight and I've been crying for an hour, so why not another one shot? c:

But thank you for reading, ily, have an amazing day/night/whatever. Stay beautiful and smile, lovely ♥ ^-^