Phandoms don't lie

Chapter 7

((((；ﾟДﾟ))))))) I'm sorry for the delay of chapters D:

Reason: I normally aim for about 1000 words per chapters and school+writer's block has been making it difficult (>_>)
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I haven't heard from Phil for about a week now. Maybe he had forgotten about me? Maybe he is out in Hawaii with Alex? I really didn't know. I stopped myself from calling his mobile or house phone to seem so needy. But I'm really worried about him. He hadn't made any more Youtube videos, nor tweeted or posted anytning on Tumblr. He didn't even use Instagram that he actually use the least. I got this sickly feeling in my body that the letter might have caused something to activate in his brain. I'm more of a caring type of person and I can't stand to see my best friend doing what ever they are doing that i know that is bad for their health.

I threw all my belonings back into my backpack. I did a quick check to find I left my phone in the toilet (don't ask how that ended up there). I rushed to the check out counter and tapped my foot impatiently as the cashier registered my check out. Thanking her, I shouldered my backpack and walked to the tube. I don't know what happened. Something changed it me.

I felt that I needed to appreciate the things around me, and not take anything from granted. I look up to see the pale blue sky, birds flying in the air, some chirping on the trees. The trees were swaying in rhythm to the wind. What was I thinking? I'm never the type to stop and just appreciate things around me. It's... Unusual. Yet I'm here take a deep breath of fresh air. I felt happier I guess. I think maybe looking forward to seeing Phil helped.

I frowned. What if Phil hasn't accepted me yet? What if he hates me? Well I have got to prepare and brace myself for a situation that may be inevitable. I mean, Phil is straight, I mean, like would people appreciate me? In this world as of current, being homosexual was a taboo since most people here on Earth was heterosexual. Well I guess it depends on one's perspective and opinion on the world and what is a taboo and what is not.

I was cut off from my thoughts from a person who seemed to be in a rush. I rolled my eyes and plucked in my earphones and picked a song at random. Reaching the tube, I took out my card and tapped in on the scanner, before quickening my pace in fear of being trampled upon by businessman and woman for walking too slow. I smiled when I remembered the time where my head got stuck in between the doors of the train.

The sound of the train approaching echoed throughout the tunnel. As the train passed by, the cold wind blew into my face, making me shiver slightly. The doors opened and I walked in. I found myself squashed like a pancake between two big looking guys, my lungs were about to break. Fortunately, the station was quite near and the london's hazy air was never better.

Before going back home, I made my way too Mrs Gren's flower shop, a florist which I frequent with my mum back then. Mrs Gren had grey short hair and was really friendly. As she saw me approaching her store, she gave me a small wave, and I waved back. She pulled out a plate of home-made chocolate chip cookies and handed me one.

"What brings you here Dan?" She asked as I munched on the chocolaty goodness.

"Can I get some red roses?"I replied.

"For whom is it for?"

"Not someone that you know..."

"Come on Dan, who is that special guy?"

Mrs Gren knew I was gay as she was the only person that I could trust of my secret that I was gay.

"Fine. It's Phil. My roommate" I answered reluctantly.

She gave me a smile and handed me a bouquet.

"Don't tell anyone, but I'll give these for you for free" she whispered "and good luck"

I nodded my head and left the florist. I could feel my hands starting to feel sweaty and me getting all anxious. I went up the flight of stairs and mustering my courage, I knocked on the door...

Phil's POV

I heard a knock on the door. Who could I be? I wondered. I wiped the last of my tears away and walked towards the door. I opened it.

To my utter shock, I saw Dan, carrying a bouquet of flowers. We stared at each other before Dan broke the silence and hugged me. Tight.

I returned the hug and the tears I wiped just came rushing back down again. Dan pulled away from me. "Phil..." He whispered, his hazel brown eyes staring deep into my blue eyes with such worry.

Without another thought, I immediately planted my lips on his. He tasted of maltesers and caramel macchiatos, it was a good combination. His lips were soft too, at first I could tell he was shocked but slowly sinked into the kiss, tasting mine. No lust, just passion and love that you could feel radiating both of us. We pulled apart to steady our breathing. (Thanks to @chloemacandcheese for writing this paragraph)

"That was the best kiss I ever had," I whispered.

"It was mine too"

Dan gave me his bouquet of flowers. I held it in my hands and took a deep breath of the sweet-scented flowers. I thanked him for the flowers and took a cup and filled it with water. I then carried it to the dinning table and placed the flowers in the middle of the table. I could hear Dan's footsteps approaching me.

I reached out for my hand and intertwined my fingers with his. We lived in the moment and all we could here was the occasional bird chirping and each other's bretahing. It was perfect.