Our Love ||Phan||

Chapter Three

Phil and I were standing on top of the Eifel tower. The wind was blowing my hair in every direction possible as I leaned out past the balcony. I could see Phil next to me, a goofy grin on his face as he watched me reenact the scene from The Titanic. He laughed at me but came up behind me, his arms encircled my waist and my face began to heat. I didn't mind it though. I never minded when Phil touched me. He was the only person I had ever allowed to touch the back of my neck. He was my best friend so why wouldn't I let him? He was also the only person I had ever cared about this much and he finally knew. I had kept my feelings for him hidden for over two years but a few months ago I had finally spilled. He felt the same as me and I have never been happier. I think I'm in love with him but I can't be sure. I won't tell him for a while but I will eventually. I won't have a repeat of the two years I spent wasting my time while freaking out about every little hint about me being gay. I was happy now and I would never keep anything from Phil again. I would never let anything separate me from him.

I feel Phil squeeze my hips and I turn my head to look at him, resting my temple against his forehead. He smiles at me, tiliting his head up for a kiss. I don't deny him and turn around. When our lips meet it feels like sparks are igniting within me.

Phil reaches for my hands and entwines his fingers with mine. For a brief second I fear the railing behind us is going to collapse but all of that washes away the moment that I feel his hands move up my arms and over my shoulders before they interlock in my hair. He tugs gently and I let out a small moan, not giving a shit about us being in a public place.

Suddenly, Phil pulls away. His intense blue eyes stare at me and I forget to breathe. "I love you, Dan." I can't help but smile and tears threaten to spill over. No more waiting.

"I love you, too." His smile falls and I furrow my brows as he removes his hands and takes a step back.

"Dan."

"What is it, Phil?" Pure horror crowds his previously peaceful expression and my stomach drops like lead to my feet.

"Dan, oh my god."

"What, Phil?" I shout at him, surprised by his actions. Everything was fine a moment ago, what happened?

"Dan!" My vision goes black and I can feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. I open my eyes to see Phil hovering over me, concern lacing his features. When I look at him he squeals and wraps his arms around me.

"What's wrong, Phil?" It takes me a moment to register what had happened. A dream. Things were still the same. We weren't in Paris and Phil and I were still best friends, innocent friends. What the fuck had I been dreaming about? I shudder, whatever it was, it felt wrong.

"You weren't breathing." I furrow my brows and Phil squeezes me tighter as I try to pull away from him. His hand comes up to my neck as he strokes my hair. "You scared me, I'm sorry."

I raise my hand to my cheek and flinch at the pain. Did he hit me?

"Phil, calm down. I just had a bad dream." He looked at me with pleading eyes, his expression was still far from calm. I could feel my stomach twist up in knots as his eyes welled up with tears. I was suddenly aware of his hands holding my shoulders, keeping me away from him.  I wanted to hug him, to kiss him like I had in my dream. I had never thought about kissing Phil before, but now it's all that I want to do. I want to wrap my arms around him and make him feel better. He shouldn't worry about me, I appreciate that he did, but I didn't like the look on his face, the pain that still continued to etch into his expression.

Phil's grip on me tightens and instead of pushing me away, he's pulling me closer, slowly. His cheeks heat but the worry is still there as he continues to lean in. I can feel my breathing hitch as his lips brush against mine. It's just like my dream, a cheesy fucking fireworks show. Almost instantly after we touch, he presses against me, pushing me further into the mattress. My hands tangle into his hair, tugging gently.

He continues to kiss me and I can't help but grin. I never would have thought that Phil would kiss me, that I would dream of him doing so, or that I would like it. But I did, I liked the feeling of his hands around my neck and the salty taste on his lips. Every time his skin made contact with mine it felt like pure bliss.

What had I been missing out on the past year by not touching Phil? I had never been kissed like this, none of the girls I had been with made me feel like he did.

I gently tugged at his raven black hair, making him moan. As soon as I did so he pulled away, panting. A huge smile brightened up his face and he stuck his tongue out. I leaned back, exhausted. I let out a small chuckle and he joins in.

"Oh, fuck." I rub my sweaty palms against the duvet and bury my fingers as far as I can.

"I didn't think that you were," Phil stops and glances away, still smiling . "Not straight."

"Neither did I." That makes him raise a brow, then lower it.

"I'm so sorry." His eyes widen and I just smile, closing mine. I lean back and stretch, kicking Phil gently as he rests on the edge of the left side, hovering as if he's waiting for me to start yelling at him.

"There's no need to be sorry." With that he moves over, plopping down beside me. I wrap my arm around his waist and wait for sleep, grinning like an idiot as he buries his face into the side of my neck.