We Met On The Internet (Phan)

Chapter 1

Dan's POV
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Hello. My name is Daniel James Howell. Call me Dan, though. I'm 17 years old, and I'm in my last year of secondary school. I'm quite popular, everyone knows me, or at least knows my name. I don't enjoy it though. I'm not a mean popular. I'm nice to people and send them a smile when I think they might need one. The mean populars are my problem though.

Apparently the girls in that group find me attractive, trying to get me to go to parties, trying to get me in bed. Just so they can leave the next day. What they don't know is that I'm gay. And I have a boyfriend.

His name is Phil Lester.

He doesn't go to our school. He lives in Manchester, meanwhile I live in London. We met through the comments on a youtube video and we decided to share our twitter and tumblr usernames with each other. We started direct messaging on twitter. This was four years ago.

We had been talking as friends for those first two years. One day, around the start of Christmas break, Phil messaged me telling me he was coming to London with his family for vacation the next day.

After a couple days that he had been here, we met.

It was like an instant connection.

He told me he had a crush on me since we had started talking on twitter, and it ended up that I did, too.

We got together, and now we meet every month on the second Saturday.

We've been together for two years. My parents think this isn't a serious relationship because we only met on the internet.

But hell, sometimes internet relationships are better. And it's not an internet relationship anymore. We see each other in real life often and we don't use twitter to communicate anymore. Twitter can be real useless sometimes.

Ding!
My phone makes a sound, notifying me that I got a text.
I check who texted me.
Phil.
I smile at my phone, unlocking it and replying to him.

Phil: hey
Dan: hi
Phil: how are you?
Dan: better, now that I'm talking to you :)
Phil: that's sweet
Dan: you know what day it is?
Phil: the second Saturday of the month
Dan: when do you want to meet?
Phil: It's 9:00am right now. I'll get a train for 10:00. You can come pick me up at 12:00
Dan: sounds good!
Phil: can I stay overnight?
Dan: why would I say no?
Phil: okay, thanks!
Dan: love you
Phil: love you, too
Dan: see you soon
Phil: yup <3

Phil and I take turns coming back and forth. This month, it was Phil's turn to come visit me in London.

I get my ass out of bed and jump in the shower. I really hate showering, I just don't like standing there, standing takes effort. For that reason, it isn't a very long shower.

I get out of the shower, put some black skinny jeans and a plain, black t-shirt on. Phil will definitely appreciate I'm wearing all black. Not.

I straighten my hair, ridding the ugly hobbit hair that decides to grace my head everytime it gets wet. Another reason why I dislike showering.

I brush my teeth and head downstairs, grabbing some cereal and putting it in a bowl with milk. I sit down at the table, eating my food and scrolling through tumblr when my mum walks in.

"Hey, Dan. Are you meeting with Phil today?" She asks.
"Yeah. He asked to sleep over tonight, by the way. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Just don't make out too much," she says, winking at me.
"Muuuuuum!" I groan, dragging out the 'u' in the word.
"What, honey? I did nothing wrong," she protests, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"You're embarrassing me," I tell her.
"You're lucky Phil wasn't here, you'd be more embarrassed if I said that while he was here" she states.
"Speaking of Phil being here, I'm going to go pick him up at the train station now. Bye, mum," I say, pecking her on the cheek, grabbing the keys for my car, and walking out the door.
I text Phil letting him know that I'm on my way.

Dan: on my way to pick you up <3
Phil: okay, I'm about 15 minutes away, now
Dan: great, it's a ten minute car drive. I'll see you then.

I step out of my car and head towards the station where Phil's train will come. I have about a 5 minute wait, so I find a bench to sit on and I play a game on my phone.

I see a tall boy with black hair and bright blue eyes, I immediately know that it's Phil. I push through the crowd, grab his hand, and pull him out to the parking lot.

"Wow, I thought I was being kidnapped for a second," he jokes.
"Hi to you, too, boy I haven't seen in a month," I greet.
"Get away from me! You're a stranger! Why are you still holding my hand?" He exclaims, sarcastically.
Right after, an older lady looks at us, a little bit of worry on her face. Obviously, she couldn't hear the sarcasm in Phil's voice.
"Just get in my car, you spork," I reply.
"Wow, demanding," he says.
"Do you want to kiss me or not?" I ask.
"I would very much like to kiss you," he tells me.
"Well then we need to get back to my house," I say, a smirk on my face.

And with that, I'm pulling out of my parking spot and driving us back to my house.

I put my keys into the lock of my front door, turn them, and open the door.

"Hi, mum! I'm home!" I call.
My mum walks into the hallway Phil and I are standing in.
"Hi, Phil," she greets.
"Wow, mum. Not going to welcome me back home? I guess Phil and I will just be on our way out then," I say, sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. Your boyfriend is just standing behind you and I haven't seen him in two months. I thought it'd be nice that I greet him," she replies, equally as sarcastic.
"Hi, Mrs. Howell!" Phil greets.
"Now, Phil. How many times have I told you that you can call me Laura?" She asks.
"Many, sorry, Laura," Phil says, putting emphasis on her name.
"Phil and I are going to my room. Bye, mum!" I tell her.
"Don't make out too much!" She tells me again. I know she only said that again because Phil is here.
"Mum!" I yell.

Phil and I walk into my room, Phil shutting the door behind him.

I flop lazily onto my bed and he copies my action. I roll over and scoot up to him so there's no space between our bodies.

"Hi," I whisper.
"This is not the time to greet me again. Kiss me, you doof," he tells me.

And I bring my lips to his.

A couple minutes later my phone makes a noise.
Ding!
I got a text.

"Who the fuck is texting me while I'm trying to make out with my boyfriend?" I mutter, pulling away from Phil.

Ellie: hey cutie. Are you coming to the party at my house tonight? It's at 9:00pm

Oh look, one of the mean girls texted me. How did she even get my number?

Dan: no, I have a friend over tonight. And please don't call me cutie
Ellie: who? Wouldn't he be coming to the party too, then? Everyone in our year is going
Dan: he's from Manchester. Doesn't go to our school.
Ellie: bring him along!
Dan: no, I'd rather not.

And she didn't reply.

"Who was that?" Phil asks.
"One of the mean, popular girls from school," I tell him.
"What was she saying?"
"She was asking if I was going to a party tonight. I obviously said no,"
"How'd she even get your number?" Phil asks.
"I'm not even sure, probably by one of my stupid friends," I reply.
"Oh, okay," he says.
"They're all so annoying. Trying to get me in bed and all that shit," I complain.
"I know, same goes for me at my school," Phil agrees.
"If we went to the same school, they'd know that I have a boyfriend. I'm not ashamed of my sexuality. It just doesn't seem relevant for them to know if they don't know who you are," I tell him.
"Yeah. And it's only the start of the school year. We have to deal with them for 10 more months on our own," Phil says.
"If you came to my school, I'd go all out. I'd probably make out with you in class just to get all the popular girls off my back," I tell him.
"Make out? In class?" Phil asks, teasingly.
"Okay, maybe not that far. But, I'd make sure they know that you're my boyfriend," I say.
"I love you so much, Dan."
"I love you, too, Phil."
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A/N: hey guys! So this is my second phanfic and oh my gosh I'm so excited for it! I hope you guys love it as much as I do! The final chapter for The Hospital Meet (my other phanfic) will be uploaded tonight and then this one will get full priority! Please comment and let me know what you think about this first chapter! <3 :)