Fight For Love (Dan and Phil Fanfic)

Chapter 7

(Dan's POV)

"Ugh!" I exclaimed while whipping my phone onto my bed in frustration. My phone bounced up from the force and almost fell off the bed. I sighed loudly while running my hands through my hair. I was too frustrated and upset to care. Phil won't answer me. He never gave me a chance to explain that I don't care if he's gay. I'll have to talk to him tomorrow then.

I quickly shut my laptop, set it on my nightstand, and got up to change into my pajamas.

Minutes later after getting ready to sleep I got into bed once more and shut my light off. "Goodnight Phil." I whispered to no one while putting my head on my pillow.

(Phil's POV)

In the few seconds it took my mind to realize that I was awake it was nice. To think about nothing, to feel nothing but comfort and happiness. But then you really wake up, and then you realize who you are and how hated you are by everyone and that kind of ruins your day. Before you even get out of bed. I closed my eyes and groaned internally. I got up and got ready for school as slow as I could. I contemplated on not even going to school but then what's the point? I can't avoid Dan forever, he's in four of my classes. I have to face him everyday. Better get the worse day over with.

After my daily routine of going in and saying goodbye to Martyn's sleeping body before leaving the house I decided to do something I was always too afraid to do. I snuck over to Martyn's desk as quietly as I could and grabbed his ipod and headphones from it. I know he's going to be mad at me later for taking this but I hopefully can use this as a distraction from the torment Dan and/or Charlie. Maybe if I just ignore them they'll ignore me as well.

...

The bell rang and I shuffled my feet to the door. The closer I got the slower I went. But no matter how slow I went I stood in front of the door but I just stared at the handle not wanting to touch it ever. 

"Umm, are you going to open it anytime soon lad?" A voice behind me said.

I turned around and saw one of my classmates and a few of his friends behind him waiting to get into the room. "Oh, sorry. Uhh, yeah." I responded and quickly opened the door and walked in before any of them could make any more comments. I looked around the room for Dan but luckily he wasn't there yet. I sighed with relief but I still fumbled with the headphones to get them in my ear for when he did show up.

One minute before the second bell rang signaling the start of school the door opened and the cutest boy I know strolled in wearing the school outfit that almost made me want to start drooling. My eyes widened at his looks and the way the clothes fit on his body but when we made eye contact I immediately averted my eyes and reached to turn on the music from my pocket. Music started blaring loudly from the headphone in my ear and I flinched and rushed to turn the music down. I kept my head low as I was sure my face was red in embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan standing in front of my desk. Unfortunately, I turned the music down so low I could hear him talk to me. "Phil..." was all he said. But he said it in a way that didn't sound mad or disgusted. I looked up at him to see his face. He didn't look mad or disgusted. I still didn't say anything as I was still trying to figure out why it seemed like he didn't hate me yet. Dan opened his mouth to say something else when the teacher spoke up.

"Good morning class, Dan take your seat, Phil take those out of your ears, Sean I know you love me but get to your own class will you? I know it's the only third day of school but the introductions are over, in my class we work hard and we have a lot of information to go through this year. Let's get started."

Throughout the hour I tried my best not to look back at him. But my curiosity got the best of me and sneaked a peak a few times. He was always looking at his phone or paying attention to the teacher. I left my phone at home and I couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to text me. I didn't even look at phone while getting ready this morning so who knows how many texts I have from him. The last time I turned slightly to look at him we locked eyes. My heart immediately picked up and I spun around before he could do or say anything to me.

'Does he not hate me?' 'He hasn't done anything harsh to me yet and the way he has treated me since hasn't been mean or anything.' 'He seemed desperate to get in contact with me last night.' 'What is he thinking?!?' I thought to myself as I packed up my stuff as the hour was almost over and the bell was about to ring. I was desperate to talk to him and figure out what he thinks of me now, but fear kept me from doing that. Fear of him hating me for what I am overtakes the hope of him not hating me. He did talk to me and act normal to me before he told me he knew. Maybe he doesn't really hate me after all. The bell rang and fear rushed me again. 'Crap he's going to come talk to me again!' I stood up as fast as I could and rushed out the door.

(Dan's POV)

I wanted so badly to go over to him get rid of his fears. But I'm stuck sat here in class with no other choice but to either look at him, text him knowing he won't text back, or just pay attention. Which is not something I wanted to do, but I had to. As soon as the bell rang though I stood up ready to go talk to him only to watch him run out of the classroom. I groaned as I started to run as well but was slowed by the mass of students by the door waiting to get out as soon as possible. Phil really had the advantage of being the closest sat to the door.

When I finally got out of the classroom I turned and started sprinting down the hall towards our second period classroom. As I turned the corner I saw the back of his head about to go into the room but I wanted to talk to him in the hall. "Phil!" I exclaimed while I reached him. I grabbed his arm and yanked him towards me. He yelped out of shock and we almost fell down but I made sure we kept our balance. He looked up at he and his eyes widened he shoved me away from him. I noticed he had headphones in his ears and I reached over and pulled one out. "Phil." I said again, quieter.

He looked into my eyes with fear and he started to slowly back away from me. No, he needs to hear this. I leaned over and grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away from me. He pulled a little bit but once I started talking he stopped.

"Phillip. I don't care that you are gay. You didn't give me a chance to tell you that last night. I don't think of you any differently just because you like a different gender. Don't you ever think I'm one of these stupid homophobes that are crawling around this stupid school you hear? And I don't care if people think I'm gay for hanging out with you. You are a good person Phil, I want to hang out with you and be your friend because you deserve one. I'll be damned if I let anyone take that away from you." I stopped talking and took a deep breath. I was talking fast so that he could hear it all as soon as possible. There was a pause as he was thinking about what to say. The look on his face was pure shock as he absorbed the words I had spoken. Suddenly, he flew towards me and wrapped his arms around my neck. I stumbled back a little bit but regained my balance and wrapped my arms around his torso, hugging him back. I smiled as he squeezed me.

"Thank you." He whispered and I felt my heart warm knowing he was touched by what I said.

"I know, I know," I chuckled while pulling away, "I'm a good person." I grined at him as he did the same.

(Phil's POV)

I can't..I don't even have the words to explain the way I feel after that. He accepts me for who I am. That brings butterflies to my stomach. I looked over at him across the classroom and just the feeling that washed over me told me that I knew I really liked him. Which brought on a whole new problem that I'm not ready to face yet. I like my best friend. And he's my only friend so I'm allowed to call him my best friend, even if I'm not his.

'This might be... the best day of my life.' I thought while grinning like a little kid. But then another thought occurred to me. 

'So far.'