Phan Oneshots

My Ending

May 22nd. This was the day Phil said he had feelings for me. He had asked me to sit down with him in the living room to talk. He had looked nervous, anxious and even angry. What could be so important that he was acting like this?

I couldn't help but think of various situations that could occur. What if he knows how you feel? What if he hates you? What if he wants to move? Or kick you out?

"I'm sorry." I said it before I realized what I was doing. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile, looking slightly sick. "Why are you sorry? I haven't even said anything." Now I was worried. I simply continued to stare at the floor.

He inched closer and began talking.
"So. For a while I've had this... feeling. That maybe I was too protective of you and didn't want you to get your heart broken. I figured it was because you were younger, more vulnerable, and you were... you. It's hard not to like you. I mean you're nice and funny and you could easily get a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, I mean whichever!" He quickly added.

I could feel my face heating up.
"Boyfriend." I whispered shakily.
He was about to continue when he looked up, confusion etched across his face.
"Wait what?"
I wanted to be invisible.
"I said boyfriend. I don't... like girls. I'm gay, Phil. I'm really sorry I didn't say anything I just didn't want it to be awkward and I didn't want you to hate me and- " I was cut off by Phil laughing. I looked up and glared.
"I just pretty much poured my soul out to you about my sexuality and all you can do is laugh?"

He instantly stopped laughing.
"You think I would laugh about that?" He looked hurt.
"Dan I would never  laugh about something so important to you or anyone. I was laughing because I never thought it would happen. The whole point of this was to tell you something. A, uh, a really important something." He took a deep breath and looked like he wanted to run away from here, from me.

"Daniel Howell, I think I might love you."