Dan's POV-
We get home and he holds my hand and walks me inside. It's like I'm a weak and frail old man when I just have a bruise on my cheek, but all the same I love feeling his hand in mine and I love him taking care of me. I remember back when I had the worst sickness bug ever and he looked after me the whole time. I just hope he doesn't ask about my panic attack. He sits me down and looks at my face.
"Does it hurt?" He asks gently. I nod. He strokes the area very tenderly with his hand. He goes to get a first aid kit. He presses the antiseptic wipe to my cheek and I hiss.
"Stings, huh?" He asks.
"Y-yeah" I stutter. He goes gentler somehow. He doesn't break eye contact with me the whole time he dabs that wretched thing on my cheek. One time he presses a little bit too hard and I hiss again.
"Shh, it's ok, just look at me" he says in a soothing voice. I comply and take it as an excuse to heart eyes him. He stops wiping the wipe on my cheek and puts it down, taking a gauze and instructing me to gently hold it against my cheek.
"Well this is gonna look attractive" I joke whilst he cuts the tape. He giggles and then gets closer to me.
"You always look attractive" he compliments before putting the tape on and securing its place.
"So do you" I mention. He kisses my nose. We then have a moment of staring at each other. It would be creepy if we weren't boyfriends.
"Phil, I-" a phone rings.
"One second" he excuses and goes to answer the call. I sit there, looking shell shocked. I was going to say 'I love you'. Do I love him? I mean, we've only been going out for about a week, but I've been more than crushing on him for a while now... but what if that more than crushing was and is love? I wouldn't know, I've never been in love before. I don't even know what it is. All I know is that I haven't felt this way about anyone before, ever. Not even my last boyfriend. Phil comes into the room.
"Uh, Dan, my mum's asked me to go up to the North to see them, it sounded kinda urgent, I think my brother's sister is pregnant or something, anyway, I'm going to be gone the whole day and I'll come back tomorrow" he says. I try to think of what to say, for some reason, I don't deem 'don't go, I need you to stay so I can decide if I love you or not' appropriate.
"Well, uh, have fun! I'll miss you though, tomorrow's Saturday!" I point out. He kisses me on the cheek and wraps his arms around me.
"I'll skype, don't you worry" he says into my hair.
"I'm not worried"
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Forever (Phan)
Fanfiction"You haven't told him you're desperately in love with him?" "I'm not!" A story, not unlike any other. A story about love.
