Terrible Things (A Phanfiction)

Part 2

“And that Isaac, is how your father and I got together, when he was just a little fan boy asking me for an autograph,” I told my now intrigued looking son.

“What happened after?” he asked

“I’ll only tell you this to let you know that life can do terrible things Isaac…”

*Serious Time Lapse*

Dan and I had been dating for a good year and a half now and we were currently sitting in a bar, having way too much to drink. He’s hilarious in this state, let me tell you something. He laughs at everything and it’s just the cutest, yet one of the saddest things you could ever imagine. Laughing at the drink, laughing at me, laughing at the stars, and especially, laughing at the scars on his arms. I’m so glad he’s stopped cutting, or at least he’s trying to stop cutting. For me, he says. It’s all for me.

“Phil?” he slurred, almost knocking his drink off the table.

“Yeah Dan?”

“I need ta yell ya something that I wasn’t gonna tell anybody, but I think you deserve to know…”

“What is it?”

“I’m….” he came really close to my ear before whispering “I’m gay!”

“Dan, we’re dating, I already knew that.” I rolled my eyes at the intoxicated boy.

“Oh reeeaaallllyy?? Well, Mr. Smartypants, did you know  that I was planning to kill myself the day I met you?”

Oh. “Are you serious?” I asked, worried now that he isn’t over his suicidal tendencies.

“Yeah, I’m very serious, but ya know, something changed, I had all of a sudden found a reason to live.” He poked my nose and whispered, “That reason would be you!”

My heart breaks at the thought that my world, my everything was going to kill himself. I couldn’t imagine the constant sadness, to be honest. I pulled him close and I pressed my lips against his, tasting the alcohol in his breath. It’s kind of hot, to be completely honest.

He started sloppily kissing back, tangling his fingers in my hair. I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, but he didn’t open up. Well then…

I bit his bottom lip not so gently and he gasped. I took this as an opportunity to slip my tongue in. Our tongues battled for dominance, which mine obviously won. His hands started moving down and that’s when I stopped.

“No Dan, not here, we’re in public!” I exclaimed, out of breath.

“Yeah I know Phillll, but we’re alone in this bar, right?”

“Yes, but I have to ask you something very important.” Maybe this wasn’t the best idea to ask him to marry me while he’s drunk. Maybe he won’t remember it in the morning. Oh God, that would be humiliating, for him and me. Maybe I shouldn’t do it. I think too much. Maybe. “Can I tell you a wonderful thing?”

“That depends…”

“I made you a present!”

“No way, you didn’t haveta do that Philly.”

“You know that I love you, you mean the world to me Dan Howell. Will you do me the honor, of marrying me?” I got down on one knee in front of him and pulled out the ring I had bought a week previously.

His eyes widened. “There’s no way you made that Phil.” Oh. “But absolutely, I will marry you!”

“Awww,” the bartender working that night, I think her name is Lisa, said.

“England doesn’t allow gay marriage though…” Dan’s face dropped.

“Don’t worry Dan, I’ll find something, I promise, there’ s no way I’m letting England’s homophobia ruin our marriage,” I said, tilting his chin upwards so he wasn’t looking so glum.

“You know, you could always go to Vegas,” Lisa said as she was drying a glass with a super cool yellow towel.

“Vegas it is,” Dan threw his arms around me and kissed me hard again…