Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 4

Dan's POV

I could hear Phil talking down the hall. I could see his bright blue eyes and his pale skin in my mind's eye. I heard him laugh and saw his tongue stick out of his mouth like it did when he laughed really hard. I saw his cute little expressions, his kind nature, and all I wanted to be was in there with him. But, due to the fact that he was filming, I couldn't.

Eventually I heard his laughter fade as he ended the filming. I quietly stood up from my bed and crept out into the hall, then into his bedroom. He was sitting by his desk fiddling with the camera. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and nuzzled into his neck. I heard him chuckle.

"Hey bear," He said.

"How'd your filming go?" I asked.

"Good. It was just a short video. Won't take long to edit." He replied, before pausing thoughtfully. "When was the last time you filmed a video?"

I thought. "A couple of weeks ago...?"

He shook his head condescendingly. "Daniel James Howell-"

"I know, I know." I sighed. "'God, you're such a mum."

Phil laughed again. "Come on, let's go film."

It took longer to come up with ideas than to actually film. By 6pm that evening we were both sitting in the living room editing. I was extremely content to stay there forever, sitting so close to Phil that our arms were touching. All of a sudden Phil stood up. "Put some clothes on. We're going out."

"Huh?" I said, standing up as well.

"I'm taking you out."

"Where are we going?"

"You know that restaurant by the Thames that we went to last year?"

I nodded, smiling at the memory. We had gone out with Louise, a person from our school that we had met again in London, and Chris. Afterwards, Phil and I had come home and he had taken my virginity. It had been wonderful.

Phil pecked me on the lips, snapping me out of my reverie. "Come on." He said. "I'll make reservations."

I changed into my signature black jeans and a white moth-patterned shirt. When I walked back into the living room Phil had put on his blue plaid shirt. I smiled and kissed him fully on the lips. I loved that shirt. We got our jackets and left the flat.

We caught a taxi to the restaurant. It was a small, comfortable restaurant that was never really busy, so the chances of being caught by subscribers were small. We walked inside and the warm atmosphere enveloped us. WE chose a seat in a corner, by the back. It was kind of dark, but we didn't mind. It was quiet.

We picked up our menus and scanned them. When we had decided we called the waitress over. Once she had left, we began to talk.

"So." Phil started, folding his arms. "Chris is taking in PJ."

I nodded, smiling wryly at the irony. "I did not see that coming."

"It'll be good for him, though. He's been struggling lately."

I nodded again. "So has Peej."

"You forgive him though?" Phil asked.

"PJ? Yeah. It's kind of like my dad; he hurt me and all but now he's asking for forgiveness. And, like my dad, I have forgiven him."

Phil nodded, completely understanding me.

"And what's new with you?"

"Phil, you live with me, you spork."

Phil laughed. "No, I mean in your head. Not having anymore panic attacks?"

"What are you, my psychologist?" I replied dryly.

But he kept staring at me.

"Of course not. I'd tell you."

The pressure of his gaze lifts.

"Let's talk about something a bit lighter," I suggested.

He agreed, and we kept the conversation light for the rest of dinner.That was, until we finished and were walking along the boardwalk by the Thames.

"We should do that more often," I said, taking Phil's hand. He hummed in agreement, pulling me to a stop. We gazed over the river to the London Eye, which was nearly directly opposite to us.

"Remember that time you took me to London for my birthday and we went on the wheel?" I reminisced.

Phil nodded. "Those were the days."

I chuckled. "Not really. Remember how we were being-"

But Phil cut me off with a kiss on my lips. His hands wrapped themselves gently around my waist. "Let's just focus on the good for now, okay?" He said before kissing me again.

And I did. I focused on the softness of his lips, his smooth hair, his protective embrace. I focused on the warmth blooming between our connected lips.

Then he pulled away. I missed the warmth, but he had turned back to the wheel. Something was on his mind; I could tell.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He looked like he was torn. Finally, he won an invisible battle in himself and turned to me.

"I-I need to ask you a question." He muttered as I took his hands in mine.

"Go ahead."

"But it's a really big question. And it might be hard to answer and I don't want to put you under pressure or anything..." he sighed. "Dan, would you consider marrying me? Not now, but maybe in the future..."

I look at his eyes. They were so impossibly blue I had to convince myself that he didn't have his own sky inside of him.

"Of course I would, Phil. I love you."

His eyes suddenly become very aggravated. "I don't think you understand me, Dan. We'll have to come out to everyone, including our fans."

I frowned. "Why? Can't we just-"

"Dan, I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not. I can't stand this pretense. I can't stand not being able to show you how much I love you in public. I can't stand lying to people!" He almost yelled.

I took a step back. His face was all twisted, as if he was in pain. I felt that horrible feeling when you don't see the step and your stomach does that swoopy kind of thing. Like the floor had fallen away from beneath me and I was just falling.

"Shit. Sorry Dan, I just- I can't-"

"I know," I replied, the coldness in my voice shocking both of us. "Trust me, neither can I."'

Then I was walking away. Away from all I loved. Away from my savior, from the most beautiful boy I had ever met.

I had never detested myself more than I did in that moment.

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