R U mine? x phan

7: tell me a secret

I accidently published this chapter and also wattpad kept being a little shit so I had to rewrite one part three TIMeS lmao sorry for the slow updates I will try to update a few times a week I promiseeeee

Phil looked at me for a moment, it was dark outside and it had started to rain lightly. His face was dimly lit by the streetlights and his hair was damp from the rain. He has one leg swinging backwards and forwards over the edge of the small wall, and his other leg on the wall, his knee up, resting his hand on it.

He looked up from his gaze at the floor and stared me dead in the eyes, before jumping off the wall and walking over to where I was standing, holding open my front door for Phil freaking Lester to go inside my house, MY HOUSE!

He walked into the front room and I followed, quietly shutting the door from behind. Phil took off his leather jacket and placed it gently at the bottom of the stairs. He looked around, taking it all in, I wondered what he was thinking. I broke the silence which was echoing through the house by being the first to speak.

"D-do you want to go to my room..?"

Phil turned around to face me and smiled,

"sure" He said.

I walked up the stairs, Phil trailing behind me. Was this a good idea? I barely know Phil and now I'm letting him into my home? We got onto the landing and I froze outside my bedroom door.

"You okay?"

Phil asked, looking down at me and placing his hand gently on my waist. I looked up, shocked yet pleased at the physical contact. I pushed open my bedroom door, revealing my pastel pink and blue painted walls, white carpet, and a shitload of random crap around the room. My bedroom was tidy, tidier than most teen's rooms, I just had a lot of things lying around on my desk and bed, like flowercrowns and notebooks.

Phil walked into my room and sat down on my bed, he stroked the floral bed sheets,

"So soft" I heard him mumble, before noticing my blobfish plushie. Phil laughed and picked up my pastel pink teddy.

"It's so ugly" Phil said, picking it up and giggling. I couldn't help but laugh as well.

He stopped laughing and down at me. I wonder what he was thinking. Then I looked at his  clothes and remembered the rain and how cold he must be in his wet clothes.

"Phil do you uh want some dry clothes? They might not be your style but I'm sure I can find something to fit you" Phil smiled and looked down at his damp clothes.

"Yeah that'd be great thanks" He said, his voice sounded husky, kind of like he needed to cough. I realised I had been staring too long and I felt myself start to blush again, Phil laughed and lied down on my bed. I opened my wardrobe to try and find some clothes that would fit Phil, He was quite a bit bigger than me and was definitely more muscly than me. I scrambled around my wardrobe until I found something suitable, a blue sweater and some grey jogging bottoms.

I handed them to him and he smiled. I sat down on my bed and was about to tell him where he could get changed in peace when he whipped his shirt off. His back was covered in tattoos, each one so detailed and unique, I noticed one on his neck, the same one that always poked out the top of his shirt, It was a detailed patterned tattoo, I couldn't tell exactly what it was. It stretched down his neck onto his shoulder, next to some other small tattoos.

He put the pastel blue jumper over his chest and instantly pulled it off. He looked so cute and huggable, it didn't give him sweater paws and it actually fitted him better than when it was on me. He slid out of his jeans and into the grey sweatpants, I could tell they were a little too small because of how tight they looked around his crotch area.. not that I was looking. Phil looked up and I tuned to look down at my lap, embarrassed. He walked over to me, smirking, and sat down next to me.

"Wanna go for a walk, pretty boy?"

time skip to like 5 minutes later just because why not

Phil helped me into my coat and we stepped outside. The rain had stopped and the air was cold. We walked up the road towards the play area where we had first "met". I say "met" because all that really happened was he tried to prove that I was gay, well congratulations Phil Lester, you have made me 100% fucking gay. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked. We stepped through the park gates and headed towards the swings. I sat on the swing and Phil stood opposite me, smiling. I swung gently back and forwards in the wind, humming to Dodie's "intertwined". Phil stared at me and smiled, lookind down at his feet, then back up at me.

"Tell me about yourself" He said, walking towards me and sitting on the swing next to me.

"I- um my name is Dan and I uh-"

"No no no, tell me something different," Phil looked up at me, his eyes were big and he looked like a little boy having a story read to him, "Tell me a secret"

I thought about what to say, I don't really have any secrets, I mean, I do but- I can't tell HIM. Not Phil.

"I- I don't have any secrets" I say, looking down at my yellow boots.

"Everyone has secrets" Phil says, not taking his eyes off mine.

I didn't say anything, instead I just hummed and looked up at the stars. Phil kept staring at me, he didn't take his eyes off me.

"Why are you staring at me" I laugh nervously, not taking my eyes off the beautiful stars above us.

"Because you're nice to look at." Phil says without hesitation.

He places his hand on top of mine and he cups my cheeks. I turn to look at him and I just can't help myself. I lean in towards him and our lips meet. His hands travel down to my waist, and mine to his back.

He kisses me softly at first, I feel his cold piercing brush past my lip, It feels nice. Then he kisses me harder, rougher. His hands grip me tighter and he pulls me closer. I do the same and pull him closer to me. We were lost in each other, the only time we pulled away was for air and even then, we went straight back to kissing.

Phil pulls me onto his lap and stops kissing me. He looks into my eyes, and I look into his. We sit in silence for a moment. My hands still tangled in his hair, and his hands still wrapped around my waist. He smiled and kissed me again, this time it was just a soft, gentle kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away from me. I stayed sat on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, while he took out a packet cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. I played with his hair while he lit the fag, I wasn't surprised that he smoked, I knew he did anyway, It's why his hair smelt of smoke and he was usually late to class.

He lit the cigarette and pressed it to his lips, he stared at me, smiling. He took the cigarette away from his mouth and tilted his head away from my face, breathing out the smoke before taking another drag. He offered me one and I simply shook my head shyly and carried on playing with his hair as he stubbed out the cigarette.

We had barely talked, yet I felt like I'd known him all my life. Phil wrapped his harms around my waist and stood up, taking me up with him. I screamed in delight, like a child, as he picked me up off the ground. He laughed at me and kissed me softly before gently letting me back onto the ground.

We walked back to my house, hand in hand. We stopped at the wall and Phil jumped onto it, he held out his hands and I grabbed onto them, he pulled me up next to him and wrapped his arms around me, keeping me warm. I snuggled into his coat, It smelt like warm and smoke.

"What are we?" I asked Phil

"We are whatever you want us to be Danny" Phil replied after a moment, that was the first time he had called me by my name, well Danny wasn't technically my name but it was close enough. I kissed him softly and Phil smiled at me.

I noticed his smile drop moments later as an angry man stormed out of my house. My dad.

"DANIEL JAMES HOWELL YOU GET YOUR WORTHLESS GAY ASS BACK INSIDE AND STAY AWAY FROM THIS FAG" He grabbed me by my hood and dragged me off the wall, Phil jumped down, shouting something at my dad. I couldn't hear anything as my anxiety took over my body and washed out all sounds and senses.

The last thing I saw before the black, was a pair of tear filled blue eyes.