He couldn't help it.
He couldn't help the way Phil made him feel.
He could help how he expressed it on the outside, but he didn't want to
he wanted to look at Phil like that all the time.
Even when Phil was looking at him, he wanted nothing more then to fall head first inot those big eyes. Loose himself in them.
He couldn't help that he couldn't help himself.
He would be nothing. Nothing. Without Phil.
How could you begin the repay someone for something like that?
Dan knew Phil saw.
Shit, shit, shit.
After years of these feelings, this massive crush, a cheesy look is gonna be what outs him. He at least wanted to tell Phil he was into guys, first.
Ya, he was gonna do that.
Hey Phil! Just want to let you know i'm gay! I like guys and not girls so i've been lying to you for like, 5 years! I don't like you though! ha ha! No way! Anyway, good talk, Phil! Gotta go back to bashing my head against my piano and trying not to think about you! Ha ha! Bye!
Jesus christ.
How was he gonna tell him.
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Two. (Phan)
FanfictionI was so, so fucked up, and he still loved me. Poetry is happy and sad, raw and beautiful, but it could never be real. Not like Phil, at least. I loved him. Oh god, i loved him. More then any poem ever written.
