(Dan's POV)
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His texts become less frequent, but they don't stop. It started with him trying to come over, but now it's just simple things like "hey" or "Hi", never anything more, but today is different.
"Dan, I need to talk to you. It's important. I know you don't want to see me, but I need to tell you this. It's eating me up inside and I need to get it out."
I read this, sighing and rolling my eyes before responding.
"Tell me over text, you couldn't possibly want to look at me after how bad I screwed our friendship up." I hit send and wait, rather impatiently as the answer comes 8 minutes later.
"Dan, I need to tell you in person, it's too important. I'll be over in 20 minutes whether you like it or not."
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(Kyle's POV)
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I pull on my jacket and shoes before I head out of my door. I don't bother telling anyone where I'm going as I shut the door behind me and anxiously begin walking down my driveway, on the all too familiar path to Dan's house. I move my hands, balling them up then releasing them, hoping to let out some of the anxious energy that sits uneasily in the back of my throat. When I finally reach his driveway, I see the open and very empty garage, knowing that both his mum and Harry are out somewhere.
I begin climbing up to his window, gripping the edge of what was once a nice, yet small area outside, only big enough for one person, two at most. Once I'm up, I begin to nervously tap on the glass of his window, waiting for a signal that I can come in.
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(Dan's POV)
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He comes in and I stand up, preparing myself to have him Puch me or slap me or something, but he doesn't. He just looks to me with cold eyes that strike me even harder than a hit ever could.
"Kyle." My voice comes out in a shaken whisper, but it still holds a slight bit of power.
"Dan, you've been so distant lately, and honestly, it's scaring me. We haven't properly spoken in over a week and you refuse to answer my calls. I understand that it's hard and that you're fighting so hard to keep strong, but I'm just so worried about you." He's not shouting, not yelling, but speaking in a quiet tone. I pull my arms around myself, feeling so guilty that I've done this, but I can't change the past.
His cold eyes look to me and I can see the fear and almost anger that lurk behind them. He has every right to be angry with me, I deserve it. My hands shake at my side as he stares at the wall, waiting for me to respond.
"Kyle, I'm sorry," is all I can manage out in a weak voice. He turns around and stares at me as I close my mouth, expecting more, but I can't bare to say the wrong thing now.
"Dan, I know that this is hard, but I've been here for you! You can tell me anything! I've needed you this past week. I needed to know that you were alright, Dan. You need to know that I care so much about you and it would absolutely tear me apart of I lost you now." His voice has raised significantly, almost to a point of yelling as I clench my hands around my shirt. "Please, tell me why you've kept away. I need to know Dan." He moves closer, his eyes still stone, but they seem to be letting up slightly. He sets his hand on my shoulder and I immediately tense up, wanting to feel him wrap me in his arms, but I know he'll hate me after I tell him what I need to.
"Kyle, the reason I've kept away from you is because I don't know how else to handle myself. Every fucking time we touch, I feel electricity course through me! Whenever I see you, my heart pounds out of my chest and I lose control of my words and actions! I know that you hate me, but I'm sorry. I just can't find a way to keep it hidden any longer. When I look into your eyes, I melt. Kyle, I'm an idiot, so you shouldn't accept my apology, and you probably think I'm disgusting like the rest of my family will, and I'll understand if you stop coming around to see me, but you need to hear this." I feel a tear fall from my eye as I take a shaken breath in, finally letting all of this off my chest before I continue, "Kyle, I like you. Like a lot!" I lean in and press a timid kiss to his lips and only after a few seconds, shrink away from him. His mouth falls open in surprise and he looks to me with wide eyes.
"Kyle, I'm sorry, I didn't meant to, I just thought-" and before I can continue to ramble on, he presses his lips to me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulls me closer in the coolness of my dark bedroom.
After a while of awkward biting and unchoreographed lip movement, we break apart, each sighing heavily. "Dan, was that your first kiss?" He asks in a shaky manor as his cheeks growing bright red. I feel mine do the same before I look down to my feet.
"No, I've kisses plenty of people, hints to why I was obviously great at it." I say, the sarcasm clear as day. He laughed them leans back into my arms. "Was it yours?" I ask.
"Yea. It was." He says against my chest.
"Huh." I say as my hand finds the center of his back to rest there.
"Huh? What does that mean, 'Huh'?" He asks in a jokingly defensive tone.
"Nothing, I just thought because you've had a girlfriend in the past that you have kissed her." He gives me a chuckle and presses his forehead into my chest.
"I think I'm bi, or pan for that matter. How about you?"
I laugh, lacing my fingers into his soft, tangle free brown hair before replying, "I'm gay. It feels so nice to finally be able to tell someone."
"Yea, it does. By the way Danny," he scoots back and moves where he's sitting on my lap, his legs on top of mine,"I like you a lot, too."
He places one of his arms around my neck and the other around my waist as he leans in again, connecting our lips once more. This time, though, I follow his lead, moving my lips to match his as we grip each other tighter before eventually breaking away.
"Fuck, get off me, mum and Harry are home!" I practically shout as I hear the door close.
"How about we go back to my house and I'll teach you how to properly kiss. You have a long way to go, but you're a fast learner." He says with a flirty wink.
"And just how long have you been waiting to say that?" I as with a smirk, seeing him become all flustered as he stutters to find an answer.
"Shut up Danny, you love it. Now hurry up before they come up here and see us holding hands like middle school couples." With that, we head out the window and run down the driveway, easily escaping my house as we run to his, our hands locked together and smiles spread across our faces. For the first time in a long time, I feel joy, actual, genuine bliss as I look over to him, the awkward boy who stole my heart a few months back and I laugh, loving the way he looks at me. This summer is going to be just fine.
*A/N: Ok, it's moving fast now, but more is to come, I promise. 'Soon'*
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Set Me Free {Dyle}
FanfictionAt the age of 16, Dan knows his life is falling apart. He attempts suicide, but he's stopped by his best friend Kyle. Dan soon has to face the fact that he's falling in love with Kyle. Kyle can see that Dan is struggling, but he isn't sure what to...
