Just tell me (Phan AU)

New Perspective

DAN POV

Shortly after my little scavenger hunt for Phil, we sat down on the couch in the living room together. He had his head rested in my lap, and I played with his ebony hair. I heard him yawn. He was exhausted from the long day he had. I smiled slightly. In that moment, I couldn't have been happier. Everything was amazing, everything was peaceful. I felt like everything bad in my life had suddenly faded away and had been replaced by this boy whom I loved deeply. That being said, my mind kept wandering back to my family. If my mother walked through that white door to the living room and saw me in that moment, she would be disgusted. My smile faded when I pictured the look of hatred in her eyes.

I was pulled away from my thoughts by Phil, who was now softly snoring. The smile returned to my face, but it was now wider than it had been before. I lifted Phil's head as gently as possible, careful not to wake him. I lifted him into my arms and carried him to my bedroom for the second time in the past two days. Once again, I brought him to my bed, but this time I did not turn and leave the room. I changed into my pyjamas and got in next to him. His back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and placed my head just above his. There was no denying how right it felt. Our bodies were like two jigsaw pieces that slotted together perfectly. It may sound cliché, but I felt as though we were made for each other right then, and I still do.

I was woken up at six in the morning by a ray if light hitting my face. I groaned when I realised that I had forgotten to close my curtains and the light was glaring through my window. I started to turn around, but then I felt a weight on top of me, stopping me from turning. Phil. He had his head on my chest and my arm was around him. I beamed down at him. He was so cute when he was asleep, almost childlike. Before realising what I was doing, I gently brushed my free hand against his pale cheek. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. My smile widened. I adored this man and didn't want to move from this position. My eyes closed and I drifted back to sleep after a few moments.

When I woke up again, I looked down to see Phil's blue eyes staring up at me. "Good morning." I murmured down at him. "Morning, love." he replied. I felt Phil move slightly. He was reaching as far as he could trying to kiss me, but my grip was stopping his from doing so. "You're a dork." I whispered before bowing my head to meet his lips.

After a few minutes, Phil left to have a shower. I started to mindlessly scroll through Tumblr. A post caught my eye, it was a drawing of Phil and I kissing wearing headphones. I assumed that it was at Radio 1. I chuckled to myself. "If only they knew." I laughed. Just as I said this, Phil walked out of the bathroom. "If only who knew what?" He questioned. I turned my laptop around to show him the picture. Phil laughed along with me before sitting down on the bed next to me. "Dan?" He asked. "Are you going to tell me why you freaked out so much when we kissed for the first time? I just don't understand why it was so bad then, but now it's okay." My smile faded quickly. Phil noticed this, and I could see worry in his eyes.

"Well, there's a big part of me that just wants to be accepted by everyone. My entire life, I've been trying to pride my parents and to be the perfect son, but I can't be the perfect son if I'm dating you." My voice started to crack, and I held back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "It's not that they don't like you. They do. They just don't like the idea of their son being gay or bisexual. My uncle came out as gay a few years ago, and we're not even allowed to say his name in the house anymore. They absolutely hate it." I couldn't stop the years anymore.

Phil wrapped his arms around me and I sobbed into his shoulder. "It'll be okay, Dan." He whispered. "In the future, if something is bothering you can you please just tell me instead of locking yourself away? We can work this out together." I squeezed Phil even tighter. I didn't want him to go anywhere. "Come on, Dan. Let's go get breakfast and then we can figure out what we're going to do about this."

Over breakfast, Phil and I discussed a variety of different ways in which we could come out to my parents. It seemed useless, since every idea we had was unrealistic or would make them even more annoyed. I became increasingly fed up the more we talked about it. I sighed loudly and put my head in my hands. Phil reached across the table and rubbed my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. "Dan, we'll figure this out eventually. Don't worry." He whispered as he slid his chair over to sit beside me.

After a number of hours and bad ideas, we had a plan. Before we made a move towards my parents, we could come out to Phil's family. After doing so, we would explain the problem to Phil's mother and hope that she could help my parents to understand. This was plan A. Plan B, however took some research. Phil and I spent the rest of the day gathering as much information to support plan B was we possibly could. It was an elaborate and ostentatious idea. I hoped that it would work. I didn't want to pay the price involved in them not accepting me.

A/N: I am soooo sorry that this took so long. I've been really busy with school, but now I'm finished:D I can write more!

SPEAKING OF WHICH, I wrote this oneshot type story for an LGBT competition and I would love if some of you could read it? Pleeeease? Okay thank you!

*bows, throws glitter and makes an exit like Meryl Streep in Into The Woods*