(A/N sorry the last chapter was so short >_< been feeling like death lately... Anyway sorry for this, and thanks for all your support!!)
Dan's POV
After a minute or two, Phil appeared at my door, eyes wide and hands shaking at his sides.
I said nothing as he made his way over to my bed and sat down beside me.
We were silent.
He reached his slender arms around my trembling form and held me close while I buried my head in the crook of his neck and allowed tears to continue to fall down my face and into the cloth of his shirt.
After a long moment of him just holding me and rubbing my back I cleared my throat and spoke.
"He hates me..."
Phil pulled back to look me in the eyes.
He stared deep into my soul with watery blue-green orbs.
"I'm... Sure that's not true..."
He whispered hoarsely. But I knew he was lying.
"You heard the things he said. He wants us dead, Phil."
He nodded solemnly and thought for a moment.
"But... Why is that?"
I shook my head.
"Because I'm gay."
"Right. And what's bad about being gay?"
I looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean?"
I asked him.
"I mean, what about you being gay has a negative impact on him? On you? On me? And everyone else?"
I thought about the question for a long time before answering him.
"Nothing."
"That's right. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. There's nothing wrong with you, there's nothing wrong with me, and there's nothing wrong with the way I feel about you. Which is the strongest... Most incredible love anyone could ever feel."
My eyes once again began to fill with tears but I smiled through them.
"Phil..."
He smiled back before moving a strand of hair out of my eyes and moving his hand softly across the back of my neck.
"So you know... There is something wrong with anyone who feels the need to put us down for something that will never be anything less than amazing. And they'll never matter."
He said.
"But... He's my dad..."
I whispered.
He shook his head and leaned his forehead against mine.
"But you're my danosaur."
He said, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"And you're my phillion."
I replied.
"That's what matters, Dan. That's what makes us..."
"Complete."
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We fell asleep in his bed, curled into a tight loving embrace. It seemed to be the only thing that would hold me together.
When I finally stirred, I found Phil staring at me from his pillow and softly moving strands of hair from my face.
"Morning, love."
He whispered.
"G'morning."
I smiled over at him.
"Are you doing okay?"
"Yeah... I've decided you were right, you know? It doesn't matter what people say anymore."
I moved closer to him until our faces were merely inches apart.
"I am in love with you, Phillip Lester. And I don't care who knows it."
He grinned before moving his lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss.
"I'm glad."
He said.
"So am I."
After a moment or two of comfortable silence I pulled back the covers and stood up.
"What do you want for breakfast, baby?"
I asked.
"Oh, you don't have to-"
"Hush. I want to. You deserve it."
He smirked.
"Pancakes?"
"Of course."
I smiled, and walked silently into the kitchen.
Sitting down at the table for a second, I sighed. I wanted Phil to know that it didn't matter to me how horrible my dad had been. But honestly, it did. How could it not? I mean, he's my fucking dad. The one who helped raise me, who took me to the park and tossed a ball around with me, who gave me girl advice (before I knew I was gay), and who turned me into the person I am today. He was such a big part of my life. How was I just supposed to just completely forget about all of that because he was being an asshole and making a big deal out of something that wasn't. All I wanted was for him to accept me. And I couldn't understand why he wouldn't. It wasn't his life. And Phil made me so happy. Phil made my life worth living. So it shouldn't matter what gender he was. But it did to him... And it was tearing me apart.
