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Lines about me
Romantic Poetry☆~~~
Dan's head was resting lightly on Phil's chest. He grinned as he heard the slow heartbeat of the sleeping ebony haired boy as an idea sprung into his head. He had to bite his lip to stop laughing.
He slowly got out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. Phil was still asleep.
Once out of the dark room, Dan stumbled all the way to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet where his mother kept her makeup. He grinned in excitement.After grabbing the most disgusting pink eyeshadow he'd ever seen and mascara, he tiptoed back to the room. The sun was almost at its peak, meaning it was almost midday, which meant there was only half a Sunday left.
Dan loomed over Phil's sleeping body and applied the eye shadow to Phil's cheeks and eyelids with careful precision. Next, mascara. He dabbed some mascara onto Phil's cheeks to make freckles and painted a HUGE moustache on his face. To say the least, Phil looked ridiculous.
Phil groaned and Dan jumped off of him, launching the makeup underneath the bed.
"D-Dan?" Phil yawned.
"Morning..." Dan giggled.
"What's so....funny?" Phil said in between yawns.
"Oh nothing,that's a happy giggle, happy to see you..." Dan smiled. Phil looked like a complete stoner.
"O-okay..... well, I'll be right back." He said going to the bathroom,obviously to do his business.
Phil can't hate me, Dan thought, we're boyfriends after all.... He can't hate me, right?
Wrong.
"DANIEL FUCKING HOWELL" He heard Phil scream from down the hall. Well shit.
Upon hearing the thumping of footsteps coming closer to his room, Dan was seriously regretting this prank. He was also seriously considering jumping out the window. He was sat on the floor, already cowering in fear but laughing at the same time, when Phil entered - fuming.
"And what the fuck is this?" Phil growled, pointing to his messy face.
"Aw philly, you smudged the mascara..." Dan whined playfully. He was screaming inside.
"Smudged the fucking mascara, dan? WHY THE FUCK WAS THERE MASCARA ON MY FACE IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU TWAT?" He yelled with a glint of humour in his eyes, you could clearly see he was trying to suppress a smile.
Dan giggled, "I just thought you could use with a bit of makeup to fix...that. .. up..."
Phil scoffed, and suddenly jumped on Dan causing him to squeal.
"I'm gonna get you back, you douche..." Phil whispered.
Dan laughed, "Yeah right..."
Phil smiled evilly, and Dan's smile dropped. "Oh my god... Phil n-no please,I'm begging you, I'm sorry I really a-am" Dan stuttered. Phil chuckled.
"Oh man, the tickle war is on..."
Phil tickled Dan until he was almost a pile of laughing goo, "Phil! Please! Stop!" Dan yelled between laughs.
"Or what, makeup man?"
"I-I'll kick your balls!"
"Ooh, I'm so scared," Phil taunted,but was cut off by a knee being trusted into his crotch. He yelped and catapulted off of a panting Dan.
"Oh, my manhood," Phil groaned, "my family's jewels, my holy shrine.."
"Oh shut up,you drama llama, you deserved it." Dan laughed and Phil groaned, covering his south.
Dan stood up and sat on his bed, admiring his boyfriends form. No way was he saying sorry, that arse deserved everything he got.
Finally, Phil got off the floor, obviously still in pain, and Dan was staring to feel bad.
"listen Phil, I'm sorry, maybe that move was a bit too rash... I uh, I'm so sorry..." Dan mumbled, looking at his feet. Phil hobbled to him and lifted his chin.
"Cheer up, monkey, I'm fine." He said, and kissed Dan's lips.
"Ugh, now I have makeup on me!" Dan mumbled which caused Phil to scoff.
"C'mon, we have school to attend" Phil said, lifting Dan to his feet.
Ugh, school...
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Once both boys were dressed and ready, they headed off to school.
Dan hadn't been to school for four days, and he felt terrible going back. Hopefully Martyn's piss-gang would lay off him for a while, although Dan knew that wasn't going to be the case. Bully logic wasn't like that at all. If the victim misses a day of school, they get beaten to a pulp, never mind four days. All this thinking about bullies had gotten Dan stressed and Phil obviously noticed because of his sweaty hand.
"Hey, Dan, you okay?" Phil stopped and grabbed Dan's shoulders.
"J-just thinking about Martyn..." Dan muttered.
"Oi, I thought we were dating, now you're peeping at my brother?" Phil chuckled.
Dan didn't laugh. He looked at Phil pleadingly.
Phil sighed, "Listen, Dan, I won't let the bastards come near you, okay? Don't worry about it. I love you.."
"Okay, love you too, lion. "
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When the boys approached the school, Phil let go of Dan's hand.
It hurt Dan, of course it did, but he knew it was necessary.
Hardly anyone noticed them walking through the gates, until some stupid bimbo decided to point it out. Then everyone noticed. Dan flushed crimson and looked down, covering his face with his fringe and simultaneously hoping his flower crown didn't fall off.
"Hey look, faggot's with Phil..." Dan heard and fastened his pace.
"Haven't seen Howell for a while..." cackles a voice behind Dan. He froze.
Martyn. Typical, really.
"Hey Danny."
All the whispers had died down, except for Phil whispering for Dan to carry on walking.
Dan didn't listen.
Instead he turned around and glared at Martyn.
"Hello Martyn." He said. He could almost hear Phil mentally screaming behind him.
Martyn smirked and looked to Phil.
"Hello, Phil. Why are you with Howell?" He scowled.
Phil didn't answer. Then Martyn looked back to Dan.
"Didn't Austin teach you anything." He said almost sadly. Dan looked at him, confused.
Martyn shook his head and walked to Dan. Dan stood his ground.
Once withing punching distance, Martyn leaned to Dan's ear."You should have stayed away from my brother." He whispered. Then he walked away.
Dan released a breath once Martyn was gone. "What the hell did he say to you?" Phil growled from behind Dan.
Dan turned to look at his boyfriend. The one he shouldn't be with.
The one he shouldn't be talking to.
But how could he stay away from Phil Lester?
Dan sighed, "Oh, nothing important."
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HOE DAMN SHIT IS GOING DOWWWWWNNNNN.
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paradise//phan au
Fanfic(Based off Coldplay's Paradise) In which Dan is a lonely, sad boy who can't seem to find a source of happiness. ■■■ "We're a match made in hell, Daniel Howell." {{ Punk!Phil Pastel!Dan}}