Do Opposites Attract? (Punk Phil/Pastel Dan AU)

Do Opposites Attract? •8•

Enjoy chapter 8! :D

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Phil P.O.V.

After weeks of dating Dan, I finally noticed how Dan and I never saw each other's homes. We've been so caught up going to our forest that we haven't even thought about seeing where the other lives everyday.

I decided to call Dan and ask him if I could come over to his house.

"Hello?" Dan asks.

"Hi, love, I was just wondering if I could come over today." I say.

"Oh, to my house? Of course, Phil. You're always welcome." Dan says.

"Thanks, I'll be there in ten minutes. Love you." I say.

"Love you more although you think it's impossible." Dan says, and hangs up so we can't fight over who loves who more.

I'm very excited to see where Dan thrives in his poetry everyday.

As I'm in the taxi, I get a text from Dan.

You better not make fun of my decorating style. I'm a pastel lover, just remember that, okay? xx

Okay, love. I would never judge you. xx

As I pull up to Dan's flat complex, I get more and more excited to see how Dan decorates.

I walk up to Dan's front door, and see a wreath of faux tulips. Of course, Dan's favorite flowers.

I knock on the door, and a beautiful boy by the name of Dan answers the door.

"Welcome to casa de Dan Howell!" Dan says as welcomes me in.

"I love this silly side of you, Dan." He blushes. He always does, and always will.

As I look around, I see pastel everything. With a bit of white and black. So Dan.

The walls in the lounge are painted Dan's favorite color of pastel violet purple. His fireplace mantel is lined with pastel vases filled with tulips and white roses.

"I will show you around. You don't have to stand there like an awkward lump, love." Dan says. He's the most poetic person, but his vocabulary always seems to surprise me.

We walked down the hallway which is just a simple white, but he has pictures of him and family on the walls. But I see one thing that catches my eye. A framed poem.

"Dan, why do you have a framed poem on your wall?" I ask, and he stops to look back.

"Oh, that old thing. This was my first poem I ever wrote. It actually won an award as it was my favorite. It's about my mum, who is not alive anymore, but she helped me write it, so it was special to me." He says, eyes glistening at his work.

"Dan, I'm so sorry, you never told me that your mum died." I say, rubbing his back.

"It's okay, love. She died from cancer recently, I just didn't tell you." Dan says. I give him a sad look because I don't want to keep talking about something upsetting to him.

We continue walking through the hall, to be met with Dan's bedroom, and as I was saying before, it's so Dan.

His walls are a pastel blue, to contrast with his pastel violet and white striped comforter. His bed was white, and the headboard was white with jeweled buttons.

As we walked through the rest of his flat, I saw a reoccurring theme of pastel colors, but that's Dan and I will love him either way.

"Dan, I don't know why you texted me being so scared of me disliking your house. If we ever move in together, it will not look like a pastel dream, but it will have you and I in it." I say.

"Thanks, love. I'm glad you liked it." Dan says, pecking my lips.

I see Dan open his phone, and my cheeks redden at the sight of his wallpaper.

"Your wallpaper is the picture of you and I on our official first date?" I ask him.

"Of course, love. That was my favorite day and I want to remember it forever." Dan says.

His previous wallpaper was of his absolute favorite poem, but now it's him and I which means I'm more important and that makes me very happy.

"You know, Phil, because you came to my flat today, I want to see your flat as well." Dan says, throwing his phone on the sofa.

Oh, shit. This won't go well.

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I hope you enjoyed chapter 8, and I will see you all next time! Bye!