𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ➷ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟

. 17 .

Dan's P.O.V.

I follow Phil as he stands up, heading toward the front door. We walk out into the chilly morning air, the wind nipping at the tips of my nose and ears.

We walk side-by-side on the pavement. Occasional cars speed by, with a walker every now and then passing us.

"Was there any specific reason you wanted to take a walk?" I ask Phil.

"Actually, yeah. There kind of is. I wanted to take you to this place I used to go to all the time as a child, it's hidden away in an abandoned neighborhood near here. No one really knows about it." Phil awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh, that's fun!" I exclaim, smiling.

We eventually wander into a part of town I haven't been before. The buildings got a lot shabbier and less kept up.

"It's through here," Phil says, grabbing my hand carefully and leading me through an abandoned warehouse.

We emerge on the other side, a beautiful meadow boxed in by the abandoned places. Trees were scattered about with all types of flowers in the field. It was beautiful.

"Woah," I whisper.

"Yeah. I used to come here all the time when I needed time to think." Phil answers, letting go of my hand. I completely forgot he was holding it.

He sits down on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. He pats the ground next to him, telling me to sit.

I gladly do, stretching my legs out just like him. They definitely weren't as long though.

"I think your adorable, Dan," Phil states out of nowhere, looking over at me.

"W-what?" I stutter, meeting his gaze with my wide eyes.

"We haven't known each other that long, but I really like you. I wish we could stay together forever and watch the stars. I, really, really, like you Dan." He smiles sweetly.

I sit there dumbfounded, my mouth parted slightly in shock. A blush dusts my cheeks as I rack my brain for things to say. I obviously liked Phil too! But did he really like me back, or was he just going to use me?

I decided to take a risk for once in my life.

"I-I. I like you too, Phil." I answer.

I bring my knees up to my chest and bury my face in them. My face was burning in embarrassment and I probably looked like a tomato.

"Then, would you like to be my boyfriend, Daniel?"

I feel my face somehow got even redder, I nod my head, mumbling a small "Mhm."

"You okay? I'm sorry to spring this upon you." Phil apologizes, hugging me and pulling me into his lap.

"I'm embarrassed," I mumble.

"Hm?"

"I'm embarrassed," I say louder.

Phil chuckles. "Don't be, I'm here for you."

I smile, leaning into Phil's chest. We sit there quietly watching the breeze as I listen to his heartbeat, his breath rising and falling calmly.

I felt peaceful. I wasn't stressed at the moment. I felt like everything was going to be alright. Everything was better with Phil here.

I was going to fix myself. I'll build myself back up. I'll get better at doing basic life skills, maybe take some more risks in life.

But I knew, sitting in this meadow, cuddled into Phil, everything was the way it should be.