Saviour

Chapter 10: Wait, what?

Phil

"So let me get this straight," Tyler said, leaning forward to cup his chin and resting on his knee. He had an incredulous look on his face as did Troye, who was sprawled across the couch next to him with his feet in his lap. "Our new friend Dan, whom we met properly relatively recently and whom you have the biggest crush on, is your best friend and boyfriend from when you were 8 who moved away, and whom you haven't seen or heard of since, partially because his parents were homophobic, and you know all this because of a phrase you guys used to say to each other, in French, to which he knew the other half when you guys were joking around about French class."

"That's pretty nuts," Troye supplied.

I agree, it was crazy.

But that was what had happened.

The little brown haired cheerful kid I'd been in love with, as much as 8-year-olds could be, was the same tall brown haired Adonis which I was crushing on, hard.

"So now what?" Troye asked, sitting up to look at me properly. I simply shrugged.

"You have to tell him, about both the saying and that you like him," Tyler stated unmovingly.

"Are you crazy?" I demanded.

"I'm serious," he continued adamantly. "I'm sure he's wondering what ever happened to little Philly and now you have a shot!"

"How do I have a shot?" I asked dubiously.

"For one, you know that he's at least bi,"

"Was." I corrected.

"I somehow don't pin an 8-year-old to be exploring his sexuality and it doesn't really go away." He continued unfazed. "Plus, you know that he's into you,"

"Again, was," I stressed.

"Come on, Phil," Troye stressed, apparently becoming annoyed with my constant refusal. "What, are you just gonna pine for him forever and never do anything about it?"

Yes? 

No?

I know what I wanted to do, but I also knew which one I had to do.

"You have to take a chance," Tyler advised softly.

"Fine," I relented. "I'll tell him about what we were,"

"It's a start," Troye pointed out in response to Tyler's utterly unamused face. He rolled his eyes and gave up.

"I still don't even understand how he hasn't noticed that you like him. You're not exactly subtle," he commented.

It was true honestly, and I hated myself for it sometimes.

I would get lost is his eyes, or catch myself staring when he wasn't looking, or appreciate his body when he walks (and occasionally find myself with an issue [hey! You would too if you say the way his hips moved]).

I'd talk for hours with him without even realising time had passed, and we'd never run out of things to say.

We had so much in common but we also complimented each other so well it was like we were made for each other.

I was in love with Dan freaking Howell.

And everyone knew it.

Everyone except him.

God help me.

A/N Hey guys! Sorry, it was a bit short, it was kind of the other half of the last chapter, as you can probably tell and finally some Phil action! (that sounded weird). I wanted to post it last week but some stuff happened. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, next week is gonna get interesting. 

(Side note, does anyone read my other story Illusion? If so, let me know what you'd like to see from it, I've hit a little bit of a wall. Thanks!)