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Dance With Me (The End of All Things)

a/n songfic (kinda) time again yay okay so this one is *inspired* by Panic! At The Disco's "The End Of All Things", one of my favourite songs ever and it's just so beautiful and ugh :) go listen to it if you haven't already, it's perfect for pretty much any OTP ^-^
(I know technically this song didn't exist when they met okay but shush this is a beautiful as hell song I couldn't miss the opportunity to do something with it) This is also the longest one-shot I've ever written...and honestly? probably my favourite so enjoy x

summary: everybody has a song. 

word count: 3.4k 

Whether near or far, I am always yours
Any change in time, we are young again
Lay us down, we're in love
In these coming years, many things will change
But the way I feel, will remain the same
Lay us down, we're in love

2009

"Dance with me?" He says sheepishly, a small goofy smile on his face that I can't help returning. It's a few hours until I need to catch my train back from Manchester – a place I've been in a couple days and already feels like more of home than home ever has. I'm going to miss it, definitely. Well, maybe it's not exactly the city I'll miss – it's the guy that's standing in front of me, offering his hand, his raven black fringe sweeping across his sparkling blue eyes. The blue eyes I think I might have fallen in love with, but he can't know. He'll never know.
I mean, hell, this is the first time we've even met in person – I'm used to crappy quality Skype calls and hours of late night text messaging that make my heart soar every time he says my name. Now he's standing here in front of me I'm surprised he can't hear my heart, it's beating so fast. Technically, we only just met, so I probably shouldn't be so in love him. Besides, who knows if he likes me back?
We've been sitting around Phil's house for the last hour or so, talking about random crap, willing time to go slower, trying as hard as we possibly can to stop it altogether so I never have to go home. Random soft music has been playing quietly in the background but Phil has wondered over while I've been lost in thought and put it on shuffle. Suddenly a loud blast of a catchy Fall Out Boy song I love comes on and I can't help tapping my feet and singly along softly, leading Phil to ask for my hand. Nonetheless, I don't think I've ever really danced in my life. I raise an eyebrow sceptically.
"I don't dance."
"Neither do I– it can't be that hard can it?" He pouts in such an adorable, innocent, childlike way that I can't help but laugh and let him pull me up, and soon we're both lost in the music, doing stupid dance moves we make up on the spot.
As DDR champion I'm full of energy but after three or four songs Phil is out of breath. He goes to the kitchen to make a glass of water and I lie on the bed, memorising every detail of Phil's room until I get to see it again. I zone back in to hear a series of beautiful melancholy piano chords that mesmerize me, so different from the upbeat rocky sounds we've been singing our hearts out to. I let the lyrics wash over me quietly and somehow it brings out all the feelings in me, all the love I have for Phil. I may have only just met him, but he makes my heart flutter and my stomach turn over like no-one else I ever thought I loved before. Before I want it to finish, the song ends to a dull silence and I'm back on Phil's bed. I sit up, heart heavy knowing that everything I feel is unrequited – nobody's ever loved me, not really. Why would Phil now?
Phil.
I sit up to see him awkwardly standing in the doorway, holding a glass of water. How long has he been there, seeing me just lying there like an idiot? I blush deeply but he just smiles at me.
"Is that the first time you've heard it?" He asks quietly, small smile still on his face as I nod. He comes to sit next to me on the bed.
"It makes you feel everything at once, right?" I nod again, before realising I should probably say something a little bit more meaningful.
"It's beautiful."
He stares at me intently, as if he's trying to read my mind, trying to decide something. I'm taken by the way his blue eyes aren't just blue but a hundred different shades of blue all at once, and they're beautiful. With him so close, I just want to grab him and kiss him – the perfect end to a perfect few days in Manchester. I smile awkwardly at him and he smiles awkwardly back and the next thing I know he's leaning in and I am too and it's perfect. It's everything I ever felt amplified, like I'm finally seeing the world in bright vivid colour. We move in sync like we're made for each other, which I feel like we almost definitely are.
When we finally break apart only for air I wear the biggest smile.
"I'm so glad you don't dance."
"Me too."
He takes me to the station and as we say goodbye with a soft and passionate kiss it's like I'm walking on air. He is mine and I am his, no matter how far apart we are: and that is all that matters. I smile like an idiot all the way home, that amazing, beautiful song on loop in my head along with thoughts of the black haired and blue eyed variety.  Despite the kind of depressing title of the song, the song that has struck something in my heart and made me feel more for one person than I ever thought I could, it couldn't make me smile more – because I know better. This isn't the end of all things.
This is only the beginning.