New year, new boy, new love

Chapter 1

Okay so this is my first story on here. 

I'm not sure yet whether it will all be Phil's POV or Dan too. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Warnings: Language, brief mention of self harm but not in any graphic sort of way no self harm actually happens.

I hope you like it! 

Phil's POV:

I ran down the corridor to my classroom, I was late as usual. Thankfully when I arrived the teacher wasn't there, I didn't want to be late on the first day of term. I scurried to a seat at the back of the classroom, where I could draw in my sketch pad without the teacher noticing. A couple more kids came in after me, clearly equally relieved that Mrs Murphy hadn't arrived yet. They sat down together on the only other desk. I was sitting alone as usual, I always was unless Louise or Chris (my two best and, to be honest, ONLY friends) were in my class.

Mrs Murphy entered the classroom five minutes late, apologising and saying something about a staff meeting. I wasn't really listening, I was busy drawing a cartoon Pikachu in my pad. It was only after another five minutes that anything else really caught my attention.

A boy had just walked in, he was nervously hovering in the door frame. He was tall, with evenly tanned skin and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. He had a similar hair cut to mine, only it was brown and his fringe was swept to the other side. He was very attractive, standing there dressed in all black and awkwardly biting his lip, his hands fiddling with his bag strap. He was beautiful actually...

I mentally stopped myself there. I didn't want to think about him like that. I knew deep down that I was gay but I didn't want to admit it. No girls would date me anyway, but I still didn't want people to know that I liked guys. I didn't want to be labelled a freak, a weirdo, a faggot. At least no more than I already was.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn't noticed the boy was talking to our teacher. I began to pay attention to their conversation.

"Daniel Howell is it?" Mrs Murphy asked.

"Yes... but just Dan is fine," Dan replied.

"Dan. Okay Dan, you can sit at the back there," she instructed, pointing at the seat next to me. As he walked over I turned ruby red, this hot new boy would be sitting with me for a whole hour!

"Look at that faggot, blushing," Alfie said in a loud whisper. "I bet he wants to fuck the new boy."

"Maybe he'll turn Dan queer," I heard a girl say.

Her friend replied "I hope not. He's kind of cute, although he looks like an emo."

"Ew, I'd stay away Sarah," someone else told her. "He probably cuts."

There was a fit of giggles in front of me.

Dan sat down sheepishly, clearly as embarrassed as I was. I know how he must have been feeling, so I tried to make an effort to talk to him.

"Hey Dan, I'm Phil," I said to him. He blushed and looked at me, before stammering:

"Hey... Phil." He looked at my sketch pad and I blushed, but he looked surprised and said "That's a great drawing of Pikachu!"

"You like Pokemon?" I replied, amazed.

"I love it!"

"Hey," I started. "Don't... don't take any notice of them," I gestured in front of me. "They always say I'm gay and... and you shouldn't listen to them."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I know how you feel. I was bullied for being gay too. I mean... are you? Gay? I'm sorry, you probably don't want to talk about it. Don't worry I won't hit on you or anything." Dan was rambling, obviously ashamed for admitting this to me. He was brave, I hadn't told anyone ever that I liked boys. But I was feeling pretty confident now, and I wanted to make dan feel better. I took a deep breath.

"Yes. I am gay," I whispered. "But I'm not out yet, so please don't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"Hey, Dan. Do you want to... want to... sit with me at lunch?"

"That would be great!" He beamed at me. I was ecstatic. Not only had I come out to someone and it went well, but I had possibly made a new friend.