Heaven On Earth

Nineteen|Consummate

"Phil," Dan muttered, his head turning towards him as the fading dark blue day became slowly black, and the foreground became nothing but firefly like streetlights.

"Yes?" Phil replied, his voice also low as they walked along the pavement.

"Why did you choose me?" Dan asked.

"For what?"

"There's tons of people out there looking for love, or are in a current relationship where they may love, but are not receiving any in return. You told me you were given three people to find love for, and you could choose one to start. Why did you choose me?"

Phil thought for a moment, "I don't know, actually."

"But, it's been like a month, and I'm seeming pretty hopeless," Dan said. "Why did you choose me? I mean, I was happy in my situation."

Phil shook his head, "No, you weren't."

Dan paused, "Well, I wasn't...depressed."

"Being fine doesn't make you happy, it just means you're living with no purpose, and whether or not you're aware of that, it's still sad. Happy is being content and without that, you were just empty. A boy who could smile, but was never truly happy."

"Are you saying that I'm happy now?" Dan asked.

"The happiest you'd been since you were ten years old," Phil said.

"How do you know?"

"I just do," Phil shrugged.

"Do you know why?" Dan asked quietly.

"No," Phil said, as they stopped in front of Dan's apartment building.

"I think it's because I have you," Dan said truthfully, his eyes reflecting the lights.

"That's not good," Phil frowned.

"Why not?"

"When you become reliant on someone for your happiness, what are you to do when they go away?"

Dan frowned this time, "Don't think like that. The whole point of today is so you would forget about that."

"But it goes both ways."

"What does?" Dan asked.

"My happiness," Phil said quietly, "Relies on you."

Dan fiddled with his skirt, running his hands over the soft material, "I don't know what to say."

"I do," Phil said, gesturing towards the apartment complex, with all of the bags he had carried from their shopping on his arms, "Let's eat popcorn."

Dan smiled the whole way up to his flat, something about the simplicity and yet complexity of one angel, leading up to a grin he couldn't shake. Phil was just...so cute, and Dan couldn't bear the thought of losing him. The way that Phil was, made him feel connected to him, like there was something there that couldn't be broken since the moment he'd first saw him.

Dan yawned as Phil took a seat on his couch, throwing down the bags like he was unwinding after a long day and he was finally at home. Home. How long had it been since Phil had one of those?

Dan just stared at him, wondering when Phil became more like a roommate then a guest. Or, when he became less like Dan's Cupid, and more like Dan's angel.

"Is there something on my face?" Phil asked, wondering why Dan was staring at him so intently.

"Nah, just hotness," Dan smirked.