Spring Rain {Dan & Phil AU}

Chapter One

A/N: This story takes place in 2009, but both Dan and Phil go through puberty quicker in this story. Also, I live in the USA so sorry if some British stuff isn't accurate.

///Three Months Later///

Phil's POV

"Phil?" My mother called from downstairs.

"What?" I called back. Her voices were muffled and I yelled back louder, "I can't hear you!" I heard her steps coming up thhe stairs and turned my desk chair around, where I had been trolling on MySpace. My mother knocked on the door and opened it before I could say anything. Her face melted from worry to love as she saw me.

"Phil, darling, your grandmother is here," Shoot. I forgot that Nan was coiming today. I nodded at my mum.

"Be right there," I said. Mum nodded and closed the door carefully, then pounded back down the stairs. Nan always made Mum nervous. I guess Mum was still trying to get her motherly approval or something. If I cared about approval half as much as my mother did, it'd still be too much. I got up, shutting down my computer, and glanced in the mirror. I was wearing black football shorts and a black tshirt with a white circle. My tattoos showed from below my shirt. I looked scary enough in this small part of Manchester, but there were other neighborhoods that had some pretty sketchy people. I just didn't want to be talked to. With my nose, eyebrow, and ear piercings, my multiple tattoos up along my arms, and foul facial expression, I looked like an angsty teen that would beat you up if you crossed him.

Is this what Winston would've wanted? His voice said in my head. To push everyone away and become hostile? You weren't like this, Phil. You were— I shook my head and threw open my bedroom door. I couldn't dwell on him anymore. He wasn't here, he was dead.

"Philip, darling!" My grandmother cried out as I entered the living room. "My, have you grown!" I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"Good to see you, too, Nan," My mother motioned to the seat on the sofa next to her so I sat down.

"So, Philip," Nan said, leaning forward slightly, looking at me. "How have you been?" I shrugged. "Have you met any girls lately?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I snorted. I knew I was gay, but nobody else knew. She tilted her head slighlty. "Or boys, or whatever. Not going to judge." I looked at her in shock. Did she know? How would she know?

"Phil?" My mother asked in worry. "Are you alright?"

"How did you know?" I asked Nan, my head down. I knew she had grown up in a very strict Catholic belief and brought my mum up in the same believes. I was always scared inside that they wouldn't accept me, though I knew my family was very supportive of me, especially after—

"Oh, I didn't," Nan said, surprised. "Are you?"

"Am I what?" She rolled her eyes.

"Gay?" I nodded. "Okay." She just looked to Mum then back at me.

"Okay? That's all you're going to say?" I asked. I was shocked. Was that really all? She looked confused.

"Of course," She said. "You're gay. What else is there?"

"You're not going to say that I'm disgusting, or against your religion, or kick me out?" Nan laughed, shaking her head.

"Of course not," Mum inturupted. "We love you, and we'll accept you and love you no matter what. We're fine with your tattoos and piercings, why should we hate you for being yourself and expressing yourself?" A tear dropped on my cheek and I hastily wiped it away. Mum scooted closer to me and put an arm around my shoulder. "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't expect it," I confessed. "I was scared, I thought it'd go much worse."

"No, baby," My mum carressed me with love. Nan smiled and leaned over to pat me on the knee. "We love you."

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Aww. Wish all people were that accepting.

I'm living vicariously through this phanfic. Oops.