Love You Forever- A Dan and Phil Fanfiction
Chapter 1:
Dan's POV
I was in love with my best friend and he can't ever know. The agony is enough to drive a man insane. I was in love with his icy blue eyes, his soft black hair, and his vibrant personality that could light up even the darkest room. It pained me that he could never know how I felt, or that I could never call him my own. I had watched him date and break up, love and hate for 6 years. We made videos, laughed and had fun together. But lately, even seeing him made my heart beat faster and my pain just increased seeing him and not being able to care for him in the way I truly wanted to. He could never know my secret; that I cared for him in a way he would never care for me. No matter what happened, I don't think I can ever call Phil Lester truly mine.
"Morning Dan!" I opened my eyes groggily to see Phil leaning over me with a smile on his face. I opened my eyes wider and I realized I wasn't in my room. "You fell asleep on the couch last night while we were watching anime so I brought u blankets and left you here. Hope that was okay," Phil said shyly.
"It was perfectly fine Phil, thanks so much for bringing the blanket," I replied back, still dazed a little. Ugh, he had no idea how much I wanted to kiss him and hug him right now.
Phil's POV
I stood over Dan's sleeping figure, curled up in a ball on the couch under the blanket and just watched. Dan was the love of my life and honestly don't know where I would be without him. I could never tell him I was bi though. He would never feel the same way for me and it would ruin our friendship. I lived in a constant agony because I couldn't kiss him and love him and I could never call him my boyfriend. I leaned over him and shook him slightly to wake him from his beautiful slumber. He stirred almost immediately.
"Morning Dan!" I said cheerily, smiling down at him. At once he tensed, like he didn't understand why he was here and not in his bed. "You fell asleep on the couch last night while we were watching anime so I brought u blankets and left you here. Hope that was okay," I explained to him, a shy smile playing across my lips.
He softened a little. "It was perfectly fine Phil, thanks so much for bringing the blanket," he said quickly. He smiled that trademark cheeky Dan Howell smile, and it was so adorable I just wanted to grab him and kiss his beautiful soft lips. I resisted that temptation and quickly changed the subject to get my mind off it.
"What do you want to do today Dan?" I asked him as we ate our breakfast of cereal and coffee.
"I don't know, is there anything we need to do?" he replied, as we both tried to remember if there was anything that we needed to do or get.
"I don't think we need to do anything today, so we get a day of relaxation!" I said excitedly, as for the past week, we were so busy we never got time to just rest and enjoy life.
"Then I'm going back to bed, it is way too early for me to even function," Dan said and walked off to his room, leaving everything still on the table.
Later, Phil smiled as he cleaned up the mugs and bowls from breakfast. It could be 2 in the afternoon, and it would still be too early for Dan. After he cleaned up the dishes, he went to his room and pondered what he should do. After about an hour, he decided to just go watch some TV, maybe it would clear his mind of his constant heartache.
Dan's POV
"Then I'm going back to bed, it is way too early for me to even function," I said to Phil, smiling. I wasn't tired; not really, but the aspect of a lazy day sounded so perfect I just needed some alone time to sort out my thoughts. I reached my room and just collapsed, alone at last. I had a serious issue to figure out: what to do about Phil. I didn't know if I could live without him, but at the same time I knew that I couldn't live with him either. The emotional pain that I had been feeling had been getting stronger and I didn't know how much more I can take. After 3 hours of talking, crying and packing, I decided. I would go home to my parent's house in Manchester for a while, try to sort out my feelings and then decide if I would move out or not. I hastily packed a suitcase, wrote a note for Phil and left it on my bed, and walked out the door.