Starting Over ~ A Phan AU

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Dan's PoV

He knows.

I hugged my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth in the corner of my locked room.

He hates me.

A salty tear slid down my face, stinging my ruddy cheek. A small rapping came from my door. "D-Dan?" he asked. I took in a shaky breath, but didn't reply. "Dan?" his voice asked again, a bit more worried.

"What?" I finally answered.

"C-Can I come in?"

I sniffled and murmured out a 'yes'. The door knob twisted and the wood slab opened to reveal Phil's blushing face. I buried my face in my knees because I was too ashamed to look at him. What if new Phil is straight? What if new Phil isn't okay with this? What if...?

"Dan," I heard his voice come from next to me. "Dan, look at me." I slowly lifted my head from my knees and met his gaze. His blue-green eyes were soft and his lips were slowly twitching up into a smile.

A smile?

"Phil?" I asked. "Do you hate me?"

His smile grew even wider and he shook his head. "No, Dan. Why would I hate you? You're my boyfriend." I felt a blush spread across my face at his words.

"Wha-?"

His face was slowly inching towards mine and my blush intensified. I wanted this, but did Phil? It was he just doing this because he was looking for who he dated previously, or to make me feel better, or something? I just feel like this isn't right for him. But of course, being the dumb ass I am, completely ignore my thought and kissed his soft lips.

I expected us to pull away, disgusted and horrified and say that he wasn't trying to kiss me, but he didn't. That's when I knew that, despite all of the things that have happened in our life, we will always have each other, and that's all that matters.

When we pulled away from our embrace, we were both blushing intensely. We just sat there, staring at each other. I waited for the horrible: him deciding he was straight, that this wouldn't work, or that I wasn't his type. I was prepared for the worst and tears were already lined up in my eyes for when I got the news.

I must've let as tear escape my eye by mistake because he reached out and stroked my cheek under my eye and said, "Don't cry, Dan." I closed my eyes as he said this and imagined what was about to happen, then looked at him.

I was surprised to find a smile spread across his face. I furrowed my brows in a confused and sad state. "P-Phil," I asked, "are you... weirded out or anything?"

He chuckled. "Why would I be weirded out? You're my boyfriend, Dan." My heart skipped a beat and I felt my lips being dragged upwards in a smile. He liked me. He actually still liked me. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.

"I love you, Phil."

"I love you, too, Dan."