Boarding School - Phan

9. Whispers

A/N: I promised some Phan feels. I hope this is satisfying

“Can we go to a room or something?” Phil asked.

“Yep.”

“Follow me”

They were upstairs now. They entered a room that looked like a teenager room.. the walls were filled with posters.

“Do you like it?” Phil asked, seeing how Dan was analyzing the walls.

“Yeah this is pretty much all the bands I listen to, who owns this room?”

“That would be me” – Phil answered.

“Oh that makes sense, but why do you have a room in your aunt’s house?”

“Because I used to live here. Before my parents decided to send me to a boarding school.”

“You didn’t live with your parents? “

“No. They’re always travelling for business so they used to leave me with my aunt most of the time.”

“I see.”

It was a big room. With a lot of stuff. And a big bed – on which Phil was sitting now. Dan continued standing up and was trying to avoid eye contact.

“Can I just go straight to the point?” Phil said after a moment of silence. Dan nodded. “Just sit here on the bed so we can talk” He continued

Dan sat next to Phil.

“Dan… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I don’t know why I did it. I know you’re straight. Please, don’t hate me. It will never happen again.”

Phil really sounded sorry. Like he did something bad and now Dan had to forgive him – when Phil was the one who had to forgive Dan.

Dan took a deep breath. It was now. He needed to do something or he would loose the chance.

“Phil….” Dan started. He wanted to use the right words, so he was speaking slowly. “…Phil.. You don’t need to be sorry…. I’m the one who needs to... so… I’m sorry… I should never have left you like I did…”

Dan was looking down, but now, he could feel Phil’s eyes looking at him.

“No, Dan… I understand why you did it… You’re straight and could never imagine a friend of yours would do something like this.. Please I’m sorry. Can we just forget about it? And be friends again?”

Dan could feel he was sweating, because he was so nervous. He had the words in his tongue but he couldn’t say it. He decided he should at least look at Phil’s eyes.

And he did it. Now they were looking straight at each other’s eyes. And holy crap, it was hard for Dan to hold his gaze. His eyes were beautiful. HE was beautiful. All he wanted to do was kiss Phil. He didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to be with him. But what was harder? Words or ACTION?

“No. Phil. I can’t forget it.” He answered.

“You don’t want to be my friend, is that what it means, Dan?”

Damn his puppy dog eyes.

**Okay Daniel, It’s time for you to do the right thing. Just forget about the others. Just forget about everything. It’s just you and him in this fucking planet, so do something** - Dan thought to himself.

“No… Phil… You don’t understand…” Dan started. He adjusted himself on the bed so he could be more comfy and they could be face-to-face. Phil did the same thing.