fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 8- confessions

Dan's P.O.V

~part way through their fourth movie~

we were watching hunger games and my eyes were glued to the screen.

Even though it's my sixth time watching it I still managed to feel the same emotion as I did when watching it the first.

I could feel myself tearing up as I watched primrose's death scene but quickly wiped them away.

I'm a guy and guys shouldn't cry over films.

As much as I told myself this my tears didn't seem to listen and so I sat sniffing and hiding my eyes behind my now wet sleeves.

"Dan, are you crying?" Phil laughed.

"No. It's just raining on my face."

"Dan, were indoors. It can't rain here."

"Don't you tell the weather what to do." I finished in a fake grumpy voice.

"Does Danny need a hug?"  Phil asked stretching his arms out allowing my to crawl into him.

Once I was there I allowed my tears to flow free and began mumbling to myself.

"She wasn't suppose to die."  I announce looking up at Phil and into his beautifully blue eyes.

He smirked before replying with "She was suppose to die. If she wasn't then  she wouldn't be dead now would she."

"Shut up. It's a mistake." I said giving him a fake glare before snuggling more into his chest and wrapping my arms around him, laying us down.

When I notices the position I had put us in I blushed but had no intention of moving.

I could see Phil was practically glowing with how bright his face had went but he only seemed to snuggle closer to me.

'He looks so cute I wish I could just kiss him.

Wait what?

Why did I just think that?

Do I like him?' I silently questioned myself 

I remembered a way my friend told me about to see if I liked anyone.

He told me to imagine kissing that person and if it felt a bad weird then I didn't like them but if it felt a good weird then I did like them.

I decided to  try it and closed my eyes.

I pictured running my hands through his silky black hair before leaning my face closer to his.

I imagined how his luscious, soft lips would feel against mine as they moved together, in harmony.

Then i allowed it to continue until i was licking at his bottom lip , asking for an entrance.

suddenly, i remembered what i was doing and were i am.

I am literally cuddling with Phil whilst day dreaming about kissing him.

Oh god, but i guess that means that i... like him?

I like Phil Lester.

At that thought i smiled and re-opened my eyes to see a sleeping boy near.

The credits for the film were rolling and so i reached for the remote, as carefully as i could, and switched it off.

Next, i slowly got up and tried my hardest not to wake him before picking him up and carrying him upstairs bridal style.

I gently placed him on the bed and got in myself, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer to my chest and felt him dig his head in closer in his sleep.