Scarves Made Of Silk [phan highschool au]

Noise

Dan-
Everything's been quiet lately. Nothing's happening. Phil has locked himself away for work, he hasn't made any appearance apart from school.

I ended up turning in the assignment that Mr Green gave us, Phil had some how convinced him not to pair me with Victor.

I've gotten my school results back, all b's and a's expect for Pe. Honestly, it was expected.

This week was the first week I have been noticed by someone. I was walking through the park until someone stopped and sailing around, starring at me.

"You're dan howell!"

"Excuse me!"

"You're a model! You work for the Lester's!" They exclaimed.

"Oh yeah I guess but it was just a..."

"Can I have a selfie?" They ask.

"Oh um yeah sure,"

They take out their phone and I move next to them, smiling as they take a couple pictures.

"Thanks," they smile, "you're my favourite model."

I walk away smiling about the situation. I'm not a model, Phil asked for a couple photos and I said yes. Nothing more. It felt nice to be recognised though.

I take out my phone as I walk down the path, scrolling through Instagram until I see the official page from the clothing brand. There's a photo from the shoot from Connors point of view. A photo of the camera sitting in front of the tree which I'm sitting in. I reach my destination and put my phone into my pocket.

I walk into the graveyard, pacing down the isles of headstones. I stop at one and lay the flowers down on it. I move to sit next to it and lay my head on the cold marble.

My dad died when I was 11. It's taken a while to fix myself, to get over it, in a way I still haven't, but still, I don't cry myself to sleep every night.

My father was such a large part of my life, it broke me to see him go. I always blames my mum just a bit, maybe if she didn't tell him to go to get food he wouldn't have died. Still, I can't change it.

"I never told you I know," I sigh, holding my knees, "I like boys dad," I say, "you still love me right?" Just a bit, just a little bit it felt like I actually told him, "I love you too," I sigh again.

Across the cemetery I see a tall figure. One covered with muscle. Victor. He walks over to a tomb and lays down some flowers. I stand up, kissing the tombstone.

"Bye dad," I whisper.

I walk over to him, being careful to not get into any place where I can't flee.

"Hey," I say softly, and he looks up with a tear stricken face.

"Why are you here howell?" He asks me.

"My- my dad died today 6 years ago," I explain, speaking softly.

"Oh. My brother."

I move to sit next to him, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Well.. The reason I'm so horrible to you is cause of all of this, I'm sorry about all off it I regret it but- but..."

"Hey it's okay," I soothe.

"Not its not: I've caused you so much pain and that's not okay it's just... You look life him," he croaks out the last part. "You remind me of him," he bursts into tears at the last part.

I wrap my arm around him and hold him as he covers my jacket in wet tears.

"Why are you being so nice?" He asks me.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm so horrible to you? Why haven't you left?"

"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. -Albus Dumbledore. In other words it matters not who you were then, it matters who you are now."