Lessons (A Phanfiction)

Prologue

'Why did he treat me like a burden, I did my best. I swear I did. I didn't choose to be who I am, I didn't fucking choose this life.' Dan though as he used his sleeves to roughly claw at his face as to wipe away the tears. Things used to be perfect, he was excelling at piano, his brother was on the football team, all was great. Until his mum had died. His dad was constantly working, and when he wasn't he was either screaming at his children and telling them they could never be good enough, or he was passed out trying to catch up some sleep from his busy week.

So that meant Dan, eighteen and lonely, had to spend all of his time caring for his family and about his school work. Part of what he considered "school work" was his piano lessons, which he had soon. He got up and changed from his tight fitted black button-up into a comfy, oversized sweater. He never showed it, but he was what could be called a "soft boy". He liked oversized clothes, and sometimes messed around with his mother's old flower crowns. He liked his tight fitted black jeans, and the way he looked when he was alone. He liked the way he looked when he was unguarded, though, he didn't admit it. But his eyes softened from wood brown walls to sweet caramel pools. His hair fell freely how it wished and it made him feel relaxed, his mouth lied in a lopsided grin, and his lips looked a bit pinker. He kinda liked himself when he didn't have everyone else's opinion to worry about. As his doorbell rang, his body tensed. Realizing it must be his new piano instructor being early, he rushed down stair and threw open the door. From the immediate moment Dan opened the door, his eyes had widened. In front of him stood a tall male with broad shoulders. His hair was similar to Dan's except a bit fluffier and more welcoming. His thickly framed glasses were only bringing attention to his eyes. At first, Dan thought that they were blue, but then they looked a bit green, and even had yellow specs in them. Dan shook his head and looked up with big puppy dog eyes as he gesture for the male to come in.

Dan wanted to think that the guy was rough and strict while graceful with his steps at the same time. But his relaxed waltz of a step was almost better then any stride Dan had seen before. Fuck, why did he get an attractive instructor. Great, he'd be switching again. Dan's father knew about Dan's feelings that went to men and women, and though accepted him for it, still dislike the thought of Dan spending hours in a locked room with older men. Even if his dad hated him, his dad still cared about Dan to some sort of weird degree.

Dan's head snapped up as the instructor cleared his throat and smile. Jesus, fuck this guy was literally a ray of sun, especially with that smile of his. Dan gave and awkward smile back and sighed. He closed the door and began to walk down the hall, the footsteps only two steps behind him were obvious, so at least this instructor wasn't stupid. Dan opened the door to the music room, where a grand piano sat with a comfortable seat in front, ready to be used. I nervously bit my lip and looked up at the new instructor who was just staring at Dan. Dan shifted under the weight of the gaze, and eventually, the instructor sat on a lounge couch the was sat by the door for some reason. His crossed legs and beautiful skin and outfit contrasted against the dark red couch nicely. He pulled off his glasses, and rubbed his forehead, and in that moment, Dan was compelled to ask if the guy had previously been a model, because if so, he wanted to add this to the line. His eyes snapped up, and the multi-colored eyes sparked roughly, as if he was thinking of something strict or wrong as he looked at Dan, but the softer look soon returned.

"I assume you are Daniel James Howell, eighteen, graduating, and have been an honor student in both high school and our music program since you were ten." He said with a proud smile. "I'm Phillip Michael Lester, But let's stick to Dan and Phil because I just left college so I am in no mood from formality." He said with a questioning and welcoming smile. Dan gave a laugh and look at him almost confused before just nodding and letting him go on. "Good. So, I know you from your records, so I assume you may want to know me, If you don't, then oh well, I'm the teacher here, so sit and listen as I list boring thing about me." At this the younger boy gave a smile, his voice was light, but an undertone of authority glistened through it. "I'm 22, I went to college to produce music but until then, I'm dealing with snobby kids who need private instructors." At that he gave a playful wink. "Oh, and I am extremely awkward, but you seem to be an awkward person too, so we should get along nicely." He said and Dan laughed as he plopped himself next to Phil, looking over into his eyes. "Also, I think every student prospers when they can trust their teacher. So how about your lesson today is how to trust me, hmmm?" He was now whispering because Dan was closer and he probably didn't want anyone overhearing his unprofessional offering. It was supposed to be lessons, lessons, lessons. But this guy wanted to get to know Dan, so he nodded and sighed, about to speak properly for the first time.

"Well, I can say, you are my favorite instructor so far. It's nice you actually give a shit about how I'm doing and not just how much of Moonlight Sonata I can remember without looking at the keys." Dan whispered back and Phil smiled and laughed. Ray of sun. He wasn't just another person, another kind soul, he was a ray of sun. A ray of sun with white skin and an ebony fringe, eyes like the ocean and the night sky all in one, a laugh like a god, and a smile that nearly blinded Dan with it's brightness. Dan's dark life was about to get a little brighter.