Flames {phan au}

*living in a pastel dream cloud*

Phil:

"Oh and Phil.." she started. Since Dan and I were already halfway up the stairs, we had to shout.

"Yeah mum!" I shouted back at her. Probably disturbing Martyn, well he should not have gotten himself sick.

"No funny business up there." she shouted back, with a laugh afterwards. Sometimes I wonder, if I wasn't gay, what she would've said. Probably something like 'have fun boys' or 'dont do anything stupid please' But of course I wouldn't know. I told my mum I was gay when I found out, which was in year 7. So when I was 13.

"Mum! Shut up already Jesus." I sassed back to her. Ugh mum, you can stop with this whole thing. I rolled my eyes and turned to my right to see a very confused Dan. Damn, this will take some explaining. Lets just hope he's not secretly homophobic.

Dan:

Okay, what the hell was Phil's mum on about. I have an idea, but I dont want to assume things about him. His friendship means the world to me and if I assume something and make a move and blow it, everything's over. Phil turns to me, studying my expression from his mum's shouts. I think I pulled the confused face off well. Let's hope. We made our way up the stairs and past his brother, Martyn's, room. Walking a few doors down we made it to Phil's room. Something I've noticed since I arrived is that Phil's house is like cozy modern. When we walked in there was a beautiful arch that lead into the kitchen. His kitchen was black and white with stainless steel appliances. A beautiful island separating him and his mum during their conversation. With hang down lights bringing the room to life. His parents seem to like flowers, there where beautiful white, red, and pink roses everywhere. In perfectly spotless clear vases. There was minimalist colourful paintings everywhere. It looked like they where hand painted, specially for the family. I dont know why I get that impression, but I do. We come to a stop when we hit Phil's door. He has his hand on the door, then turns around to me.

"Hey..um before we go in, I'd like to warn you that it may not be what you expect." he said with a concerned smile. I nod to him and he slowly opens the door. I pause in my tracks. It..its, nothing I thought of. There where white walls and ceiling, dark oak hardwood floors. But then I took a better look at everything else. It was..amazing. Truly beautiful the aesthetic of his bedroom was lovely. His queen sized bed rested on the far wall. His bed had rusty pastel pink sheets with a white duvet underneath, his sheets had flower patterns on them. He had two bedside tables and lamps next to them. With beautiful bouquets of flowers sat on the tables. Along with rustic antiques all over the room. He had a two chairs on both sides of the room. The bedroom was spotless, it wasn't cluttered or anything. I slowly made my way in, touching each piece of furniture with great delicacy.  I suddenly felt dirty, that I wasn't able or worthy to touch his clearly expensive things. Phil was standing in the doorway, watching me look at his things. Then he broke the silents by closing the door and kicking his shoes off.

"Um..yeah this..this is where I live and stuff." He said awkwardly.

"I know its not the manliest thing in the world." he admitted, putting his head down. I think he was ashamed. Why would he be, his room was amazing. Nothing I expected. I was kinda already expecting something different from the norm. A typical teenage guy place was suppose to be messy, smell like shit, "innocent" magazines everywhere, with posters everywhere as well. But his was the opposite, his was lovely and smelled of sweet roses and warm vanilla. It's like you walked into a pastel dream cloud. And I never want to leave.

A/N: For everyone who had trouble picturing what Phil's room looks like..I have a picture of where I got the description ideas, just picture things to be a bit more spread out, and not so close together: