Perfect ~ Phan|| one shot

Perfect

Phil's POV

Prom. It's meant to be special. A fun night shared amongst 18 year olds finishing off their high school career in style.
I always dreamed of going to prom with the perfect person wearing the perfect outfit and eating a perfect meal in the perfect venue on the perfect day.
But as time went on, I soon realised that perfect didn't exist.
Then I met Dan.

About 3 years ago, a new boy joined my year. A small boy. Brown hair, pale skin, dark clothing. But what fascinated me most? His eyes. His chocolate brown eyes which I merely glanced at before knowing that I was destined to look into them again. For longer. Forever.
We quickly became friends. Which was a relief to me, for I didn't have many. It's not that I didn't want a best friend, but finding someone who I truly connected with, trusted, was hard. I didn't want a friendship that was half-hearted, meaningless.
But it was far from that. It made me believe that maybe there was such a thing as a "perfect" friend.

This supposed "perfect" friends name was Dan. And 1 year ago, we were inseparable. The two years we had known each other had felt already like a lifetime with the amount of memories we had made. When Dan didn't spend his nights at mine, where we stayed up till ungodly hours playing mario-kart and the sims, (which was most of the time) we were on the phone to one another, having deep conversations about the meaning of life. And I had never been more content with life.

But it was one night, I remember clear as day, that everything changed.
Dan was next to me. Sleeping, probably dreaming about something happy judging by the cute little smirk that lay on his face. And I thought to myself "I want to wake up each morning to this."
But I couldn't risk loosing the person that meant the most to me. I had never felt like this towards anyone before. He would never look at me romantically, how I was beginning to look at him. It scared me. It scared me a lot.

So I tried to distance myself. I didn't know at the time, it broke him almost as much as it broke me. Our late night conversations even lessened, with days going by with no more than a good morning.
We had gone from being inseparable, to being apart for so long, it should have felt normal. But, of course, it didn't.
I was miserable. And even when I dreamed of him, every night, it only made the thought of him not being next to me even harder. I tried so hard to push those feelings away, I really did. But if Dan had taught me anything, it was that if you meet someone who just gets you, you need them in your life. You can't give up. You can't let them go...

I knew I was risking everything. But in my mind, I had already lost him. I was sat on the swings in a nearby park when I saw Dan turn the corner and start walking towards me. He had gotten my message. For a minute, I wished that he hadn't. I watched his foot steps get closer, and quicker, matching the rhythm of my unsteady heart.
Then it occurred to me that maybe I wasn't ready to get my heart broken. But it was too late for that.

I nodded for him to sit on the neighbouring swing. He accepted, angling himself towards me, looking concerned.
I was quiet for a while, trying to work out how best to say what I needed to whilst gently swinging, my feet scuffing the ground.
I was able to mutter something along the lines of "we need to talk" before I broke down. I let the tears fall and then... we were both on the ground... Dan holding me, rocking me, stroking my head and whispering inaudible words into my hair. I held him tightly, gripping his black denim jacket to my heart, not wanting to ever let go.

Then I told him everything. How I felt about him. I can't remember a lot of it, my brain was foggy and preparing my heart for rejection. Rejection that... never came.
He held me for a bit longer, before taking my hands in mine and forcing me to look him in the eye. Minutes later, many words were exchanged, yet my eyes never left his.
And I fell in love all over again.

Which brings us to tonight.
The past week has been spent looking at suits, trying multiple hair products and styles.
Prom was finally upon me. Prom was finally upon us.
I had found my Prince Charming, and he certainly lived up to that title when he knocked on my door to pick me up earlier this morning.
He was wearing all black. Classic Dan. But there was something different about him, something that I couldn't pin point until now, hours later. Hours after walking along the beach, taking pictures by the sea and with all the balloons which spelled out, in gleaming gold balloons, PROM. Hours after my prince asked me to dance, and we did so to a seemingly endless playlist of slow songs. With my head on his shoulder and his hands moving from my waist to the back of my neck.
Lost in the moment. The crowded room seemed empty. The banging music seemed still. It was just Dan. And I. Spending our high school prom with each other, as if there were no one else. As if it were for us and only us.

It had been almost perfect. I didn't want to say perfect, for there could still be no such thing?

Prom was over. Everyone started leaving, probably to go to some after party where they would go and get drunk and not remember anything except drinking perhaps (most definitely) one too many?

But Dan had other plans. He lead me down the road, his arm around me, gripping me tight. It had been only an hour or so ago we were watching the sunset. It was now dark, with no light, only coming from the moon and a few dimmed street lamps. He led me to the park. The park where, 6 months ago today, I confessed my love for him. He invited me to sit on the swing beside his.
And now I am swinging absentmindedly, looking at the boy who I had spent the past 4 years falling in love with.
He smiled. I returned.
And we were back on the ground, hand in hand, watching the stars. I turned to him. And then I leant in to connect our lips. I broke away seconds later, before reconnecting, realising I liked the feelings of our lips interlocking way too much. It was everything I had hoped for. Longed for, for so long. With his hands pulling me closer to him and fingers trailing up and down my arms whilst my hands were around his face.

It was a while before we broke away. And though breathing was nice (and necessary) the feeling of Dan's lips made me feel more alive than oxygen ever could, would.

"I love you," I said breathlessly.
"I love you more," he replied, pulling me close to his face.

I started longingly into his eyes, and noticed a sparkle. The same sparkle that had met his eye when he picked me up. When he danced with me... now. The sparkle. Just makes me realise how beautiful his eyes are. How... perfect they were.
How perfect the whole day had been. The perfect prom with the perfect boy on our day marking 6 months together. Today held my perfect first kiss in the perfect place where everything began. And what had made today so perfect?

"Dan," I began, quietly. "Your eyes are the definition of perfect."

Dan's POV

"My prince, you are perfect. And you fit perfectly in my heart. Always have, always will," I whispered before kissing him once more.
We spent the rest of our prom cuddled up on the growing grass, listening to birds settling down for the night and watching the stars pass us by.
And just as sleep was about to overtake me, I heard my love mumble in my ear

"You are my definition of perfect."

The truth is, perfect is whatever you yourself define it to be, whatever you make of it. And for Phil, all it took was the right person to show him.