[No] Homo

Chapter Twelve

September 19th, 1943

Manchester, England

After arriving back sometime in the middle of August to start school again, nobody recognised Dan. He was so tan people had to have a double take to make sure it was the pale Dan Howell they knew all too well. Phil sat next to him in maths this year, a nice tan upon his face as well, just not as dark.

Dan's hair had also changed. It was a light brown now and his curls moved to the side on his forehead. As he wrote down a formula from the board he heard Phil's chair shuffle.

"I think someone fancies you," Phil tease in his ear and Dan looked up, making eye contact with Lucy Penip across the room. Dan staggered a laugh because she never had a chance but he smiled anyways and she blushed, turning away.

"My dorm, after class." Phil whispered and he went back to writing. Dan felt his stomach jump in a sense of excitement and he bit his lip, thinking of things Phil would do to him later.

Their Professor dismissed them and the class got up, everyone talking and Phil gripped Dan's forearm. "I don't think you're ready," Phil said and Dan watched the others leave.

"Try me,"

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October 25th, 1943

Manchester, England

"Happy 2 years, Bear." Phil whispered to his sleeping boyfriend next to him. They were snuggled into Phil's bed after sex and Dan fell asleep instantly. Phil held him from behind and buried himself into Dan's curls. The leaves were fallen outside the window and Phil let his eyes slip shut.

Phil woke up after only having dozed off. Dan was still sound asleep and Phil sighed, checking the clock on the wall and saw he slept for only around fifteen minutes. He moved from his position on the bed and his fingers twitched as he sat at the edge of the bed. He sighed.

Giving up smoking was harder than he ever imagined. He craved it more and more every second he didn't have a cigarette. Dan had helped him this far and he was doing so well, having not smoked in a couple months.

Phil groaned to himself, getting up from the bed and walking to his backpack and grabbing the secret pack of cigarettes he had PJ buy him. He held them in his hands and was so tempted to smoke one.

"Fuck my life," he whispered to himself as he opened the pack and pulled one out. He grabbed his lighter and turned it on. He drew in a drag and felt his whole body calm down.

He cracked the window a bit and blew the smoke outside. Dan stirred in the bed and Phil looked over at him, feeling disappointment rising in his chest. He continued anyways and smoked the cigarette.

He blew it carefully outside, not wanting Dan to smell it.

After his 3rd cigarette he was in peace. He carelessly blew the smoke out into the room, forgetting about his sleepy lover just across the room.

Dan stirred under the covers, scrunching his nose and smelling the cigarette. He slowly opened his eyes and spotted Phil smoking at the window.

"What the fuck?" Dan said as he sat up. Phil panicked.

"N-No, babe it's... it's not what it looks like."

"You promised you'd stop!" Dan said, mad. Phil was suppose to be getting better and Dan couldn't even start to explain how much smoking would damage him.

"Dan, I-I know. It's just so hard." Phil groaned out loud and Dan shook his head, standing now, and pulling up his boxers.

"You're gonna try harder." Dan said as he crossed the room to Phil. He grabbed the cigarette from his shaking fingers and threw it out the window. He then snatched the pack and the lighter.

"Dan," Phil made a grab for the pack and Dan shoved him away.

"If PJ buys you another pack ever, I'm beating his ass." Dan said as he threw the pack and lighter into his own bag. He picked up his shirt, tucking it in and left, slamming the door.

Phil just stood there and thought of what had just happened.