Not Just Skin Deep (A Dan And Phil Fanfiction )

Chapter 3

Phil's POV:

I hugged Dan once more, as tightly as I could then left the room to go and get a change of clothes. Once in my bedroom, I heard Dan out in the hall then the click of the bathroom door locking behind him. I was about to close my door as well when I heard Dan shout from the bathroom,
"Phil, when I'm dressed, I'll come and make the pancakes, ok?"
"Alright!", I replied.

I took my shirt off over my head and threw it on the bed behind me then pulled off my jeans and ,(as always), mismatching socks. I stood in front of the mirror, just starting at myself for a short while. I could not see me, but instead, just an outline of a person. The sunlight that streamed in from the window behind me caused my figure to become no more than a shaded silhouette. Void of colour, or even features, I felt like a shell, an empty husk. Hardly like another human.

What did I ever do to deserve Dan?

Dan is, by far, the best thing that has ever happened to me, no dought about it. Some of the best moments of my life have been spent with him. We've done nearly everything together, and, though we are like polar opposites, I think that's what makes our relationship all the more interesting.

Wait, what is my relationship to Dan now? Are we boyfriends? I hope so. Even if we are, are we ready to tell anyone yet? Oh no! What will the fans think? What will our friends think? What will our families think?!

The feeling of elation was quickly gone from my mind and replaced with those of worry and concern. Rushing, and in a slightly disorientated fashion, I put on some clean clothes, preferably, the closest ones to hand and stumbled out of the room, nearly smacking my head on the door frame as I did.

"Dan!", I yelled. "Dan! What are we going to do?!", I cried, bursting into his room. I could feel a choking pain, like a lump lodged at the very top of my throat. I didn't try to hold back my emotion or even fight the pain. I just collapsed in a heap on the carpet allowing the tears to stream down my face, each drop burning my skin as it rolled further down my cheeks. As I lifted my head, I saw the blurred figure of Dan approach me once more, as he had less than an hour ago. Once again, I felt his warm embrace: this physical contact with Dan was enough to stem the flow of tears.

Although Dan was currently bare-chested, he took a jumper from his bed and brought the sleeve up to my face and gently dried my eyes.
"Shh, shh.", he whispered. Dan's voice was mesmerising to listen to: soft like silk and it seemed to flow like clear water in a stream. It made me trust him even more.
"Phil, believe me, it will be alright. You shouldn't have to be scared of this. Why should people be bothered by our sexuality? It doesn't matter, any of it. Ok? We are still both exactly the same people and we should not have to be afraid because of the opinion of others."
"I'm sorry I cry so much.", I whimpered, pressing my head into the curve of Dan's neck. "I can't help it"

Dan kissed my forehead.
"I love you, Phil. You don't need to apologise for your emotions.", Dan said, running his fingers through my hair. It felt comforting, knowing that one person in the whole world cared so much about me.
"I love you too.", I smiled, facing Dan again.

His chestnut eyes were beautiful. His facial features positioned in just the right places. His skin as soft as a sliver cloud. Dan was a man of moral understanding. He knew his place, like I mine but was accepting and rarely complained. He was good of heart and always had the best of intentions. I wished that I could stay with Dan forever, to the end of time if possible. It wouldn't matter what happened, as long I still had Dan.

"I love you so much, Dan". I pressed my lips onto his, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling or bodies closer. Dan was kissing me back now, with passion and fire. My body tingled all over; kissing Dan felt so good, like nothing I'd felt before. Right now, no words were needed to express our love for each other... The moment was all we needed. Dan moved his hands round my waist pulling our bodies closer still. I wanted to meld with him, to be part of him, to never let go. For I could live like this for an eternity, just him...and me. That, I thought, would be better than life itself.