Hayfever

Chapter 1

Dan finished with the last of the moving boxes and laid his back a vvv body against the door, sighing half from exhaustion and the other half from, well... He wasn't sure what. He just had this ominous feeling something was going to happen. He shook his head, leaving behind his thoughts of where he used to live. He missed his family, but it was for the best... After the incident. It was just too painful to stay.

Standing, Dan's head rushed and he found himself reeling, steadying himself against the wall. He staggered to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. Sitting on the kitchen counter, the doorbell suddenly rang and he rushed to the door, realising he looked a mess all too late. Thankfully, no one was there. Only... Roses? A small bunch of them, and a peculiar colour. Not pink or yellow or peach, just a sort of light combination of the three. They were beautiful really, and Dan was very flustered soneone went out of their way to deliver him flowers. He blushed, although no-one could see. They came  with a little note tied with a bow. "Ooh, fancy" said Dan's mind, and he smiled. The first real smile in a long time.

The note read 'Welcome to the neighbourhood, cutie! Call me if you need help moving boxes ;)' and underneath there was a phone number. Taken aback, Dan placed the note to the side and made a mental reminder to find out the person first.

Strangely, Dan's eyes began to water and itch. His throat felt like it was swelling and he needed that glass of water again. He dropped the flowers on his doorstep and stumbled into the kitchen again. The flowers lay there, forgotten, just waiting to be soaked by the rain.

Phil passed The House again the next morning. He knew he shouldn't have written that note, it was dumb and unlike him. Then he saw the wilted roses at the doorstep and his heart sunk. They were really nice ones too. Alas, ruined by the rain. And that guy was really attractive too! That earring, those curls.. Damn, he was cute. Oh well. He sighed, and turned back into his house. Clearing his mind, he picked up his watering can and tugged on his gloves. He had marigolds to water!

Dan had taken some medicine for his hayfever, and was feeling a bit better now. He held the note in his hand, thoughts swirling round his head in masses of grey. He wasn't up to it quite just yet. He needed some time to think.

There was a little, crappy garden behind the house, which was where he sat. The grass was dry and stubby, weeds sprung up all over the place (a/n: 420 of them to be exact hahHa) and a bleak atmosphere. There was one good thing about it though. There was a tree in the back that had good branches for climbing.

Dan had wandered into the garden to take a picture of the sunset. His first day, his first photo. It was beautiful, really, with pinks and blues and hints of red and orange, but he decided he'd get a better angle from up high. He tucked his phone into his pocket and began to scale the tree. Having weirdly long limbs came in handy for climbing, and he was pretty good at it.

Reaching the top, he found a part where three branches split off, one at the back, one facing down and one coming from the main trunk. It formed a somewhat comfortable seat with quite a bit of room. A little damp, after the rain, butghe didn't mind getting a wet bum in order to be artsy and cool. Seeing as it was spring, nearing summer, the leaves of the tree gave him camouflage, and he wondered if anyone could see him. Dan smiled at the sunset, and snapping a photo, he rested against the tree. Knocking his head back, he closed his eyes. He then opened them when he heard soft singing.

Looking over in the direction of the noise, he saw a boy with dark hair and a pair of patterned gloves watering some brightly coloured flowers. Dan's nose subconsciously twitched at the thought of pollen, but he was far enough away. The boy - well, man, for he must have been at least 25 - was alternating between humming and singing 'The Death of a Bachelor' by Panic! At The Disco. Dan grinned at the tune - another emo! Last of a dying kind, he thought to himself. Back to the boy - even from up in the tree, Dan could tell his eyes were an intense blue. His skin was pale and he wore pastel colours with floral prints. Dan couldn't decide whether he was adorable or hot.

Distracted, Dan found himself drooling, and nearly fell out of the tree in a kerfuffle - what if he'd been seen? He'd have no chance with the cute boy if he was caught snooping on him. The leaves rustled and Plant Boy (his new nickname from Dan) looked up. Dan froze and didn't dare to breathe. Plant Boy stared at where Dan was but didn't seem to see him... He smiled and looked away.

Dan slowly unfroze. Had PB seen him? 'Oh god oh god oh god aaaaa' was all he could think about. Then the boy moved and he released a breath he hasn't realised he'd been holding.  Then the boy moved and Dan caught sight of a bush of roses. Funny, they were the same strange peachy yellow colour as the ones left on his doorstep...
The penny drops
The cute boy wants to help him move boxes?
Flirty rose man wants to call him?
What? What? What?

Dan had never jumped down from a tree faster.

Hello everyone! This is actually my first fanfiction ever, other than like a single oneshot. This will be about 10 chapters long, and I'll try and update regularly but I'm a student, so no promises! Have a good day and stay hydrated ❤️
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