Phan

3:Dan's mum

The next morning I found myself lying in my room, the sun glistening quietly, scarcely even there, through my curtains.

A large lump behind me. Dan. I thought it was all just a dream, what happened, I thought it was all just in my head. But I couldn't be any happier for it to not have been.

I turned over to see his face, to see it just like it was the night before, handsome as ever. He was so cute as he slept, he was so angelic! I reached out my hand to stroke Dan's face. He moaned a little and opened his eyes like slits, slowly opening as his smile grew "Mornin' Phil" He groaned at me, "morning" I groaned back.

--Dan's POV--

I stared at him, his bright blue eyes gleaming through me in the dark. We sat, smiling, for a while, just pleased to have each other here.

"Dan?" Asked phil intently, though his voice was only just audible, he seemed slightly anxious to speak, "yup" I replied back, still reminiscing on the night before and staring deep into his eyes, "What do you think happened?" He said. I was brought back to life, confused, giving no care not to show it. "I mean last night, when I helped you up, something happened then." I nodded, I had no idea where he was going with this but nevertheless he carried on "I mean, how long has it been since you liked me? Was it only 'cause of last night?" I paused at the thought, knowing it was untrue, I've liked him since the day we met, always wanted it to be more but "too afraid to do anything about it" I said, shocked at my own mouth for a second time, his face beamed nevertheless. "I liked you since the day I first knew you, I was so scared you would hate me." He started to cry, nuzzling his head into my neck, "Hey, Phil, I would never hate you! I'd only love you more!" I smiled at him, laughing a little, trying to comfort him from whatever it was that seemed to upset him.

We stayed there a while longer as we both gathered out thoughts and hung on tightly to each other, never wishing to let go.

Suddenly we heard a huge thud on our front door which made us both jump, Phil literally fell off the bed, I giggled quietly at him trying not to let him notice, he glared at me, still smiling, it made me laugh more. "The door?" Phil suggested. I nodded, kept off the bed "Now that is a real jump" I said teasingly. I opened my wardrobe to get some new clothes out as I realised I was still wearing the ones from last night. The visiter grew impatient as it bounced a heavy hand against the door a second time. I felt there was no time to get changed. I just dragged myself away from Phil on the bed and slumped towards the door, 'this "guest" will have to have a bloody good reason for inter-'

"Dan!" My mum shrieked. "What?!" I shouted back, confused. She rushed into my apartment, tears flooded her face. Phil burst out of his room at all the kerfuffle, my mum glared at Phil who saw her daring expression and looked at me, he was just as confused as I was! "Daniel, leave." She growled, still staring menacingly at Phil. He was fixed to the spot. So was I. "Daniel." She glared my name through gritted teeth. I stayed even still. I was fearful of what she was going to say to Phil if I left.

Then his phone rang. He showed me the screen. 'Mum' it said. We were both starting to feel a little odd. Like something was going on, we weren't being let into the secret at all. Uneasily, Phil walked into the hallway outside out flat, and took the call. My mum tracking his every movement.

When Phil had left my mum gestured with a huff for my to sit down. She was clearly not going to speak to him any time soon. "Daniel." She began, pondering which words to use and which to discard from the conversation, more like confrontation, which she was to have with me.

"Daniel." She said again sighing. "I've always accepted all you've did in your life as being right for you. But lately I've become more and more weary of the things you have done. I don't feel ashamed of you. I'm still proud of you. I will never let you go as my son. I will always support you no matter what you do, but I need to know. I need for you to be honest with me Daniel." I was frantic in my mind. By the way she had stormed in I thought someone had died, but it became more and more clear what this was about. Phil. "Are you gay?" She muttered.

We were sat at my laptop. My mum in control of it, she was typing in the title of a video on YouTube. I couldn't see it as she was on the opposite side of the table as me. That only made me more nervous. She suddenly turned the laptop around. Shock smothered my face.

On the screen was me and Phil. His face mainly covered by my head. Barely visible but there every so often as out heads weaved unmistakably deep in concentration and ready to win the 'battle' . Then that voice echoed again, "Oh god." It screamed. I felt awful. Embarrassed. Horrified. Then I realised it was posted on my 'danisnotinteresting' channel. Then a link in the description was to Phil's 'lessamazingphil' channel which had the same video on it. Surely not many people had seen it if any. I looked. Over 3 million views. Phil's channel? Just under 2.5 million.

My mum looked at me. It seemed like she felt betrayed. "So?" She said, "are you gay?" I just sat back in my seat, I had no idea what to say, 'yes' would lead to total embarrassment for Phil, and lots of questions for my from my family. 'No' wouldn't be any better, it would mean denying Phil. It would mean lying to my mum. It would mean not being who I really am anymore.

Then he walked back into the flat. Tears poured down his face. My mum went without another word knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere today. I was grateful for her to give me even that courtesy.