Dan's POV
The minute I uploaded the video, there was a massive explosion of comments and posts about it.
Some of my favorites included
"When i saw this I started screaming so loud my neighbors called the police..."
And
"*stabs self to death*".
I was encouraged by the fans response to the news. After thinking it over, I decided perhaps it was time to tell my parents. After all, if they were going to be involved in my life, they deserved to know who I was so deeply in love with. I was pretty confident they'd accept it too. They had always seemed pretty open minded about what I did and who I was.
"Hey, Phil?"
I asked him later that morning.
"Hm?"
"How would you feel about maybe inviting my parents over to dinner tonight? I think... I think it's time they know about me. And, well... You and I."
He grinned and nodded.
"If you think that's best then absolutely. I'm glad you're not ashamed of who you are."
"How could I ever be ashamed of being able to call the most perfect boy in the world my own?"
I replied.
He blushed.
"You're too much."
He said, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers.
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Later in the day, I called my parents and casually invited them over for supper, not mentioning that I had any news for them.
They agreed.
I worked hard to prepare for their arrival. I wanted to make it a pleasing environment for when I broke the news to them.
I hate to admit, I was really nervous. Phil continually reassured me that everything would be okay, but it was still hard not to worry a bit. But I knew that everything would be alright as long as I had him with me.
So there I was, twiddling my thumbs on the couch when there was a knock at the door. Phil looked over at me.
"It'll be perfectly alright, Daniel."
He said, leaning over to give me a short but reassuring kiss.
I smiled at him and stood up to answer the door.
"Hey guys!"
I greeted them.
"Daniel!"
Exclaimed my mother, rushing forward to give me a tight hug.
"Hey, son."
My dad said smiling and patting me on the shoulder.
I welcomed them into the house.
"Here, the foods almost ready, so you guys can just have a seat at the table."
They walked in and Phil stood up to meet them.
"Oh, hi Phillip! I haven't seen you in ages!"
My mum said, crossing the room to hug him.
"Hello, Mrs. Howell. How have you been?"
He said, pulling out a chair for her at the table.
"I've been wonderful, dear, thank you."
My father clapped him on the back and sat down next to her.
Phil seated himself in a chair across from them and continued to make polite conversation while I carried dinner over to the table.
Everyone ate and made casual conversation the entire night. My parents seemed in a rather good mood, which helped me to relax a bit.
When everyone was done, we moved to the living room. Phil and my mum continued to talk on the couch. My dad and I were chatting near them and I saw my opportunity.
"Would you like to uh... See my room, dad?"
Phil glanced over at me and smiled sweetly.
"Sure."
He replied.
I lead him back down the hall and to my bedroom.
My heart thumped harder and harder with every step I took.
"Nice place you got here."
He said, looking around.
"Thanks..."
I think he sensed I was nervous about something.
"Are you okay, Dan?"
"I uh... Yeah... I'm fine, but... I've gotta talk to you..."
I stuttered.
"Alright."
He said, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"What's going on?"
I sat next to him and took a deep breath.
"There's something that you need to know... About me..."
I started.
"Okay..."
"Listen... Dad, I'm... I'm... Gay."
I said.
There was a pause.
"I-is that okay? With you?"
I said quietly.
His face hardened.
Oh no.
"Okay...? Is it okay?"
His voice began to rise.
"It's fucking DISGUSTING!!!"
He yelled.
"You did all this just to tell me you're a fag?!?"
"Dad, listen-"
"No! I won't listen to you! You're no son to me. I'm not having a fag as a son."
My eyes began to well with tears.
"How could you DO THIS TO US?!?"
He was practically screaming by now.
"I BET THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND IN THERE TOO??? HUH??? IS HE A FAG TOO???"
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I backed up against the wall in terror.
There was a loud knock on the door. Obviously my mum or Phil had come back here to see what all the screaming was about.
"Guys? Is everything okay?"
My mother.
My dad slapped me hard across the face and shoved me against the wall before slamming the door open.
"Steven! What on earth-"
My dad cut her off by roughly snatching her forearm and dragging her with him down the hallway.
"We're leaving."
He grunted.
I reached a hand gingerly to my stinging tear-stained cheek and continued to sob as a hoarse "KILL YOURSELVES" was screamed down the hall before the sound of the door slamming rang through the apartment.
