Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Thirty-One

A/N: Is this story getting boring? Please be honest with me if you want more action.

Also, I know I keep promising more updates and stuff, but school has caused me to always be busy or tired for the past month or so and I've been doing a lot on weekends lately as well. I'm going to try really hard to have a better updating pattern, so hopefully, I will get back on track!

Dan's POV

I stared at Phil blankly, the echo of his words ringing in my ears, "I think she wants me to move in with her."

After what seemed like minutes, I finally found my voice. "No... she can't just abandon you then come barging back into your life and expect you to what she wants!" Phil and I had gone through so much to get where we were now; for the universe to try and take that away from us now had to be some sort of cruel joke.

Phil nodded understandingly, "I know, I don't like it either. But hey, she didn't make it sound like a definite thing, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Phil's feeble attempt to be positive did very little to calm the anxieties rushing through my mind. "But it's still a possibility, she wouldn't have brought it up if she wasn't serious! I can't lose you now, not when we're finally pulling everything together! You can't leave me, you have to stay here and--" My voice cracked. I averted my gaze to my shoes, hiding the watery sheen that had covered my eyes.

"Dan," Phil walked over to me, taking my hands in his, "look at me."

I kept my gaze on the ground, hastily trying to blink the tears out of my eyes.

"Dan..." Phil's hand moved to my chin, turning my head gently. "look at me."

I met his eyes; much to my surprise, he looked completely calm.

"I've found a home here, with you and your parents; these past few weeks mark the first time in years I've lived somewhere I felt safe." He moved his other hand to my jaw, cupping my face in his hands, "And I'll be damned if my Mum thinks she can take all of this away from me. She can try all she wants, but I'm not going anywhere, understand?"

A hot tear ran down my cheek and I nodded, throwing my arms around Phil's shoulders. Leaning forward, I met his lips in a kiss. His hair was soft where it brushed my hands, and he smelt like coffee and syrup. His warmth was so familiar to me; hugging him was like being wrapped up in a blanket I had had since I was a child. The thought of never being able to kiss Phil again briefly crossed my mind; not ungently, I pulled him closer, cherishing the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around me. With one hand pressed into the small of my back, Phil brought his other hand up, wiping the tears from my cheek.

Eventually, we pulled away. I felt lightheaded; whether from adrenaline or lack of oxygen, I didn't know.

"I'm never going to get tired of that," I muttered, resting my forehead on Phil's shoulder.

"Good," Phil wrapped me in an embrace, "Because you're gonna be stuck with me for quite a while."

Phil's POV

"I got breakfast!" My boyfriend returned to my room with a steaming plate of pancakes; the only thing in the world that could make a Monday morning pleasant—besides Dan himself, of course.

I looked up and felt as if the breath had been knocked out of me. Sunlight was Streaming through the windows, casting a heavenly glow upon Dan's lightly tanned skin. His eyes were a lighter brown than usual, and his dark hair was flecked with streaks of gold. I'm not sure I believe in angels, but if they are real, I like to imagine this is what they look like.