Breaking Us Down- A Phanfiction

Chapter 6

Dan’s P.O.V

The day seemed to pass ridiculously slowly at school. My hand, clasped securely with Phil’s, felt clammy with nerves- not that Phil seemed to notice. He seemed like he was floating along on cloud nine, the huge grin seemingly permanently  stapled to his face. We got our fair share of confused and disbelieving looks, as well as ones that practically screamed “I KNEW IT!” along with some sniggers from the usual suspects. As we passed the sports block, I thought I heard Joe mutter “faggots” and then laugh, but after I eyeballed him he fell silent. Finally, lunch rolled around and we both collapsed into our usual spots with simultaneous sighs. We were promptly joined by PJ and his friend Finn, who  both smirked knowingly at the way we sat, Phil’s legs slung over my lap and my hand resting on his knee.  They both swung their backs off their shoulders and slumped to the floor, already chatting about some video game. I nodded distractedly, focusing my attentions without meaning to on Phil. He was listening to the other two intently, contributing and laughing at regular intervals- as he giggled, I took in how his tongue poked adorably out of the corner of his mouth

Forgetting the others sat right next to us, or maybe just not caring at all, I leaned over slowly to where Phil sat and turned his chin towards me, pressing my mouth to his an wrapping my arms firmly around his neck. Phil hesitated for a second in surprise and then responded enthusiastically, practically throwing himself into my arms. My hair fell like a few inches of heavy curtain, partially obstructing our faces. I heard Finn and PJ shuffle awkwardly, before excusing themselves and practically sprinting away.

Phil's P.O.V 

I couldn't take enough of the boy in, feeling glad that PJ and Finn had left and praying to god no one else would stumble upon us. The boy beneath my lips sighed into the kiss, and I smiled and pulled him closer. I could only imagine what we looked like; hair mussed, eyes cloudy and heavy, lust filled sighs tumbling from our lips at regular intervals. Just when I was getting really into the kiss, tangling my fingers into Dan's silky locks and shifting further onto his lap, his alarm began its pitifully annoying squeaking that signified we needed to get moving to our next class. At the same time, both rolled our eyes and groaned.

As we crashed through the door that evening, I noticed how quiet the house was. There were no gentle murmurs as Dan's parents talked together, the TV had been muted and from what I could hear Adrian didn't seem to be blasting his music at full volume. It seemed odd without the usual vibrant feel that the family bought, but when Dan grabbed my hand and pulled me to him to kiss me sweetly and gently, I was more than a little relieved that his parents weren't there to see the deep flush in my cheeks. 

Dan pulled me into the deserted kitchen where he scrawled out a note for his mum telling her we were having a "sleep over" in the attic bedroom, and that we had plenty of food; I watched in amusement as Dan wrote carefully and then swore as his hand dragged over the drying ink, smudging it. Seeing my expression and barely suppressed laughter at his frustration, he shrugged and looked at the paper. "Well, she should be good at decoding my smudges after all this time. C'mon, let's go." On the way we grabbed a few bags of Doritos, a six pack of beer and a large assortment of snacks to keep us going throughout the night. I considered going and grabbing my pajamas from my room, but as it wasn't even dark yet and, besides, we weren't going to sleep much anyway, I decided against it. I could always sleep in my boxers.

As soon as we arrived in the luxurious attic room, Dan gestured for me to wait by the door and yanked the underside of his couch, letting it fold out and transform into a wide double bed. He covered the black leather seats/mattress with a sheet and some thick blankets, along with large squishy pillows and duvets galore. He turned to me with a grin on his face and cocked his finger, silently telling me to join him in the fort. As I kicked off my shoes and leapt into the glorious squashiness, he squealed with delight and grabbed me, pulling myself down and snuggling into me.