Hope

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**no triggers here, it's kind of a filler but I think it helps move the plot along, plus, it's cute ☺️. DM me if you want lovelies, I'm always here for you. Bye from me xx**

Phil's POV
I've decided that God is real. Not 6 hours after I prayed to him, Dan woke up. When he opened up his eyes, my heart nearly stopped. I had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were. The nurses said that he needed to be monitored for a day, but then he was free to go. They said that the only lasting issue might be that he probably wouldn't want to talk for a while, which was understandable.
**the next day**
Dan still hadn't said anything, and it was breaking me. He seemed to ha me for phoning an ambulance, but what was I meant to do. He ate and drank when the nurses came in, he even smiled a few times, but the second they left he just layer back down and blanked out. It broke my heart to see him like that.

The doctor came in, and said he was free to go. He just grabbed his bag and walked out. I chased him down the corridor to se him stood outside. It was then that I realised that he didn't know that he was living with me.
"Dan, I know you're a bit upset, and that's understandable, but your dad is being taken to prison, and my brother signed papers so that you can live with me. I'll explain where my parents are soon, I promise, but just not until you're a bit better."
He just looked at me, and I saw the tears start to trickle down his cheeks. It took all my willpower not to kiss him, right there and then, but I was sure he didn't like me like that. Besides, I couldn't afford to make things awkward between us when he was going to be living with me. The nurses had told me not to pressure him into speaking, but I needed to hear his voice.
"Please say something Dan..."
My voice cracked towards the end, and I completely lost it, full on crying on the street.

Dan's POV
It was as I saw him crying over me, that I realised. I was in love with Phil. I know it sounds stupid, but in the few days that I'd known him, he had saved my life twice, and helped me with so much. And it was as I saw him crying, in the street, that I knew that he really did care, and that nobody would ever convince me that he didn't.

"Phil-"
He tried to cut me off, but I carried on speaking over him until he was silent.
"-Nobody, in my life, has ever really cared about me. So imagine how I feel, when someone like you waltzes in and saves my life. I had to wonder when the bullies were going to appear, and laugh at how I bought into the lies. There's a voice, Phil, in my head, he tells me what to do. He doesn't go away until he gets blood, and I try to fight, but I give in, every time. I give him what he wants. He told me that you didn't care about me. He told me that you were lying, and I believed him. And for that, I am sorry. If you can forgive me, I swear I will try to stop. You gave me something, Phil, that nobody has ever given me before. You gave me hope. Hope that it won't always be like this. Please can you... Please help me Phil, because I think with your help I could beat it."

I never thought that an action could speak, but Phil proved me wrong. As we ran to each other, and hugged like we would never let go, I knew that he was saying it was okay, and that he would help me. We looked quite odd, to say the least, clinging to each other for dear life, and crying on the corner of the street.

I knew in that moment, that I had to tell him how I felt. It was now or never.

"Phil, I know that we haven't known each other for long, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. Maybe... Maybe this will explain it better..."

I didn't know what I was doing. This was going to backfire, I knew it. But I did it anyway. Before I knew it, mine and Phil's lips were connected, we were kissing. I never believed in fairy tales, but they did a good job of describing kisses. It was like a bonfire night, I swear fireworks were going off inside me. Somewhere in my brain registered that Phil was kissing me back. His hands were in my hair, and I was clinging on to his waist like my life depended on it. It was a spur of the moment decision, but it was the best decision I ever made.

Phil's POV
We walked back to my house, and although I knew that Dan was broken, it was like at least one part of him had been fixed. I just had to remember that the relationship would move at his pace, and that I we had to go steady. After the kiss, we both just walked home, we didn't really talk about it. There was no need to, really, the way the mood had lightened was enough for both of us.

When we got home, I introduced Martyn to Dan, and then we went up to my room to set Dan up a bed. We didn't say anything, we just seemed to work together harmoniously. It was probably just me being delusional, but Dan looked happier already. After about half an hour of comfortable silence, Dan spoke.

"You know what would make me really happy?"
"What?"
"Cuddling you and watching movies..."
He blushed, and I could've just kissed him again he looked so cute.
"Okay... Dan?"
"Yes Phil?"
"Why are we building a new bed?"
"I was wondering that too..."
We both collapsed into fits of giggles, and fell onto my bed. I put the fault in our stars on, and we cuddled up on my bed. It was perfect.
"You know what would make me really happy, Dan?"
"What?"
"This!" I said, before kissing him again.