Unlikely Savior- Chapter 14

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A/N:

This writer’s block keeps leaving me and then flowing back the next day and it's getting me really annoyed. Sorry if it's crap but here's chapter fourteen of Unlikely Savior!

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*Dan's POV* 

Phil was fast asleep as I watched the small smile on his face as his slight snoring filled the silence of the room. I looked over his features as my mind tried to gather everything that had happened. Everything just came to me while I was speaking. Realizing that piece by piece I was slowly beginning to fall more and more in love with Phil.

It wasn’t like I was in love with him, it didn’t feel that way. But then again, I never really knew what actual love felt like. From what people told me, it felt like you’ve found your soul mate, your other half. It felt as if you’d kill someone just to get to spend a little more time with that person, like you would do anything to keep them at your side.

But, it wasn’t like that for me at all. I didn’t feel like I found my soul mate, Phil was actually quite different from me; weren’t your soul mates supposed to be like another you? And I didn’t feel as if I’d do anything just to spend more time with Phil. In fact, I did get sick of him once in a while when he was tutoring me, and I’m sure he got sick of me as well.

Then again, love could’ve just been different for every individual. Everyone could’ve of just experienced it differently and felt different things. I just didn’t know how it would feel for me. But, I was sure I would know when it did happen.

How did I even go from prancing on any guy that simply glanced at me to lying shirtless in my bed with another shirtless guy lying at my side? But, it wasn’t like I was attracted to guys in general. There was just something about Phil, something that just made me want him and him only.

How were people in school going to take this? Homophobic prick, Dan Howell, goes gay for his victim, Phil Lester. I grimaced at the thought and sighed. Did Phil even want people to know about this? What even was this? We didn’t necessarily establish a title; we kind of just made out and then went to sleep. But, that defined what this was, right? That was only a thing a couple would do, right?

The students weren’t even the worst part. How were my parents going to react to this? It’s been made clear that my dad was obviously a raging homophobic. If he found out about Phil, he’d beat the hell out of me; I’d be lucky to survive. He’d send me to some reform school to ‘put me into place’ or send me to counseling to ‘cure me’.

I didn’t really know what my mom would do. She never really stated any opinions on homosexuals. In fact, she never even got to state an opinion about anything, my dad always shutting he down before she could say anything. I was surprised she hadn’t left him yet; probably staying for the money.

I rolled my eyes and let out a slight yawn as I stroked Phil’s side with my thumb. Slowly, my eyes began to fall shut as I gazed at Phil. I let myself dose off as I breathed along with Phil’s breath, wondering to myself how in the world all of this ended up happening to me.

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I woke to the sound of a door shutting downstairs as I shot my eyes open and propped myself up in my bed to check the time. Only an hour had passed since I fell asleep. I let myself flop back down on the mattress and relax before I felt movement at my side.

Suddenly, everything clicked and I found myself sitting up frantically. I looked to my side and found Phil waking himself up, sitting up next to me. “What’s wrong?” he groaned, rubbing his head. I placed my finger over my mouth to silence him and listened carefully.

I began to hear slow footsteps tracing up the stairs and realized my parents were home. Why, out of all days, my parents chose this day to come home? They couldn’t find me like this. I wasn’t ready for them to find out about me and Phil. I especially didn’t want them finding out like this.

“We have to go,” I whispered, “Like now.” Phil raised an eyebrow questioningly at me but all I did was push him slightly to get him moving. He rapidly grabbed his shirt and threw it onto himself as I did the same before I unlocked and pushed open my window. “This way,” I gestured and Phil hesitantly followed my lead to the outdoors.

The two of us managed to climb down the side of the house and escape through the back yard. Both of us remained silent as we walked down the block, both of us keeping our eyes fixed on the ground. “What the hell was that?” Phil spoke sharply, breaking the silence between us.

“My parents came home,” I sighed, not being able to lie to Phil, “I can’t have them finding out about us just yet.” Phil kept his eyes on the floor beneath us as we walked. “Why not?” he asked dumbfounded, “I mean what’s the worst they could do?”

“Phil, my dad is most homophobic person you could possibly meet,” I explained, “If he caught us sleeping together in the same bed, shirtless and all cuddled up, hell knows what he would do.” Phil nodded, seeming upset, before I grabbed his hand in mine and squeezed tightly.

“My bruises come from my dad, Phil,” Phil shuddered as I spoke, “If he found out about you and me, this in general, I’d get much more than just bruises. His abuse would be much worse, he’d send me away, he’d send me to counseling, and worst of all he might even get to you.”

Phil stopped in his tracks as the last few words flew from my lips, grasping my hand tightly. I quickly turned towards him and pulled him into a tight hug. “Phil, I’m never going to let anybody touch you,” I kissed the top of his head, a sudden urge to protect him coming over me. Phil nodded weakly before pulling away and looking down at our intertwined hands.

“What is this?” Phil mumbled, keeping our hands locked as I smiled gently. I pulled one hand away from him and allowed myself to raise his face to face mine. I quickly leaned in and connected our lips for a few moments before splitting away from him and grinning. “What do want it to be?” I smirked as Phil’s blush became visible under the street light.

“Boyfriends?” Phil suggested, his voice slightly cracking at the end of the word. I nodded before Phil crashed his lips against mine, kissing me with more power than when I kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close as he laced his fingers into my hair.

We allowed the moment to go on for almost a minute before I pulled away and glanced at my house behind us. “I think we better go,” I grabbed Phil’s hand once again. Phil nodded before the two of us started off down the street once again, not caring where the road would take us.

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Yeah, I actually started this a few days ago but couldn’t come up with anything good. But, I came up with this and now you guys have the chapter. I hope it was good! Make sure to leave your feedback and thank you for reading!

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