We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER TWELVE•

Phil shut the door and gazed back into the house and he leant on it. He was sad Dan had left the house so early after what he had seen on his phone.

Maybe he had something important going on?

"Has Dan left?" Phil suddenly heard his Dad calling to him from the kitchen, the smell of noodles being cooked filling his nostrils. It made a smile appear on Phil's face as he skidded into the kitchen on the slippery wooden flooring and almost crashing into the dining table.

"Yeah, he had things to do," Phil said catching his breathe as his dad laughed.

"Shame, I was going to offer him the chance to stay for noodles," his dad offered as he put them in a plastic tub filled with hot water and turned on the microwave after he closed it with the noddles inside.

"More for us," Phil commented as he went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Looking up at the ceiling, Phil's eyes wandered and followed the beams that ran along it. They had been specially made, as him mom despised of the old ones they had so got these fitted six months before she died.

Now that was a scary thought.

Not that he hadn't thought of it before, because he had. A lot.

His mom was his role model. She had done so many things before she died, or even before Phil was born as his dad had told him. She worked for a charity, doing many sponsored events like bungie-jumping, skiing, hiking. She hosted her own events too, like parachute jumping or more realistically, zumba or there villages very own dancing concert, which his mom and dad won somehow. He didn't even know his dad could dance.

Phil looked at the fireplace, spotting once again the special photo of his mom. His dad use to take photos, he still did when he had free time since most of the time he was out at work. She was standing on a balcony, the sun setting behind her as she turned her head to look towards the camera. She had dark brown hair which was blowing to the right messily with the wind. She was in a dress too, one with strapy straps and a frilly skirt. His dad was amazing at taking pictures, and then editing them.

The other side of the mirror was yet another picture, this time though it was Phil's most recent school picture. Phil despised of it. His hair looked funny, his mouth was open slightly reviling his teeth in a unpleasing manner and for some odd reason, the shirt he had been wearing had a part of the collar sticking up. He was excited to have the photograph re-taken in the next academic year to replace this monstrosity.

The couch sank down again and Phil felt the warmness of a bowl being placed on his lap by his dad. Looking down, Phil's noodles were steaming hot and were plain with no cheese unlike his dads which had a thick layer of melted cheese covering the top. It made Phil gag that someone could even eat that amount of cheese without throwing up.

As Phil began to eat the steaming pile of noodles, Phil began to think about Dan suddenly. The way Dan had a noticeable sad dimple on his cheek, his hair which even though blonde made him look adorable when he was younger, his now brown hair made him look... hot.

Pausing a second, Phil recapped in his mind what the hell he just said. Hot... he just called Dan hot. Why? They may have been hanging out for a while, and Dan knew Phil had his back... but they hardly knew anything about one another. At school, Dan just spent most of his time talking to Connor in a hushed voice so no-one else could hear. Phil knew Dan was hiding something... but whenever Phil saw Dan talking to Connor like this... it made him feel a pain in his chest, an ache even. He knew it wasn't because of his food... the pain only occurred when he saw Connor and Dan do this ONE thing.

Was it jealousy?

It made sense. After all, Phil did just call his best friend hot in his head, and the pain would now make sense as he wishes Dan was whispering to him like that.

"Phil? Earth to Philip?" Phil gazed towards his dad where he was looking at Phil with a look of confusion, "You'd zoned out."

"O-oh..." Phil stuttered as he glanced down at his noodles. He suddenly didn't feel hungry.

"Actually dad, I'm not really that hungry..." Phil said as he stood up.

His dad gave him a glance and raised his eyebrow, "You ok Phil? You've gone pale..."

I'm always pale, Phil thought to himself before he spoke up, "Yeah I guess... I'm just tired and nervous for my maths test tomorrow..."

He did have a test... he needed to revise for it but right now but he really couldn't be bothered to do it right now.

His dad sighed before letting Phil go before he turned on the TV. Phil put his noodles in the bin and walked up to his room and closed his door.

He leant and sank down it, looking into his large room. In his head, he remembered how Dan's face had looked. His eyes had become wide, mouth opened, reviling his shock and amazement.

He guessed compared to most kids his age, he was pretty well off. By the look on Dan's face, he didn't want to seem rude, but he knew Dan wasn't as well off as he was.

What was Dan's room like? Was it small unlike his room? Was it messy? Or was it clean? Visions appeared in his head of how he thought Dan's room would look...

Why was he even thinking about this?

It was as if the only thing in his head right now WAS Dan Howell. His hair, his eyes, his dimple, his smile, his laugh, that rosey patch that appeared his cheek occasionally, the way his eyes sparkled and his facial features over all.

Why was he studying Dan so much?

Why did he know so much about Dan's appearance? Especially his face?

Was he really that obsessed with Dan?

Was he even gay?

That question...

Was he gay...?