stars (phan)

chapter 7

this chapter took so long to write sorry, writers block sucks. also im terrible at this whole "lets-write-a-story-itll-be-fun-people-will-like-it" thing so..

anyway, enjoy.

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(no ones pov idk i think its 3rd person but more kinda phils thoughts but yeah its confusing)

the warehouse was closed. police sanding in front, guarding the large metal doors that led to the mound of supplies. so they were walking back, silence apart from phils heavy breathing and the soft crunches of gravel under weary foot.

"dan" this simple word, a name that rolled off the tongue, the word breaking the disappointing silence between them.

dans step faltered, only for a quick second, heart beating a little quicker from the mention of his name, breath hitching.

"phil?" he said back, more of a question, uncertainty building up in his throat.

he. phil. stopped his walking, eyes staring straight in front of him, looking at the pale pink sunset that was open before them. wetting his lips and left hand subconsciously fondling with the hem of his shirt.

"ki..." he said it as a whisper, eyes still somewhat examining the horizon.

kiss me.

dan had stopped by this time, toes pointing inwards to each other, pupils dilated, breath shallow. body facing half towards phil and half to the abandoned paddock behind him, which was riddled with weeds and yellow flowers.

his chest moved in time with each inhale and exhale, stomach fluttering with and exhilarating excitement and nerves.

"kiss me"

he doesnt know where this is coming from.

he doesnt know why hes saying this.

he doesnt know.

but he does know this.

he knows that dans hands are cupping his jaw, his lips, dry and chapped lips, pressed against his own. they feel rough yet oddly calming. everything is filled with uncertainty but it feels so right. he forgets to breathe, his heart forgets to beat and his eyes are fluttered closed.

dan breaks away slowly, lips lingering on phils for a few seconds, both eyes closed and hands still cupping.

everything feels so fucking perfect.

phils emotions come rolling back like crashing waves. stomach twisting into knots and head spinning a little, breathing shallow and thoughts racing a mile a minute. why did he want this.

he wanted dan.

daniel james howell.

and they were still in the same position. dans shaking hands pressed up to phils jaw, skin against skin. eyes still closed. each breath tickling each others lips.

phil opened his eyes a little, the light disappearing slowly with each minute that passed. slowly. dulling.

"its getting dark" dan stated suddenly, eyes still closed, a hard line forming between his eyebrows as they furrowed somewhat. phil couldnt talk. he didnt know what to say or do.

he was indecisive.

dan exhaled lightly, head dropping a little, his hair tickling phils nose. and they just stood their, silhouettes in the dying light, stars suddenly appearing in the almost deep blue sky.

"we should go" phil finally breathed out, and they slowly started to walk back, no words uttered between them.

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the door seemed heavier this time and it creaked in the night, sliding against the broken glass and dirt.

the bag was dropped heavily on the counter as a candle was lit, the flickering flame sending uneasy shadows dancing on the walls and making the cracks in the walls seem deeper and more open.

they hadnt spoken since the kiss, but the silence wasnt awkward or uncomfortable. it was pleasant and the two enjoyed each others company. by the time they got back it was roughly 6pm. the silver crescent started to rise and the stars dotted the dark skies, the milky way stretching far over their heads. during this time, dan couldnt stop thinking. the way phils lips felt pressed against his own, the way his warm breath felt on his lips and the uncertainty in his voice it was all too perfect, too fucking picture perfect. like a typical love story.

but it felt so right.

so fucking right.

and dan couldnt have hoped for anything better.

he reached up to the cupboard, grabbing a tin of tomato soup before opening a small box, pulling out a long packet of spaghetti.

"do you want any help?" a quiet voice sounded behind him, his back tingling from the sense of someone behind him

"yeah" he answered back, equally as quiet.

dan moved out of the way for phil, and they stood shoulder to shoulder, cloth only separating their skin.

"youre warm" phil noted, lighting the gas stove with a lighter before pulling out a pot and filling it half way with water and putting it on the stove with a soft clank that made dan jump a little.

"you are too" he replied, heart beating faster and body shaking slightly from such a close presence with phil. he felt good.

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they ate dinner in silence, the sound of cutlery hitting cracked ceramic echoing through their ears.

"are you thirsty?" dan asked, picking at his food, he hadnt been eating lately, his shirt now hung loosely to his shoulders and his collar bones popped more. phil was constantly worried, which lead to stress and exhaustion.

phil sighed, swallowing his food, he knew dan wouldnt eat. so he just sighed.

"sorry" dan just said, putting his plate down and staring at phil, blinking slowly. "why did you ask me to kiss you" he blurted out, the question had been burning in his head the whole time, making him dizzy and confused.

"i dont know" phil whispered, staring at his food. he did know. he really fucking loved dan.