Silence.
Silence was the only sound that echoed throughout the room.
But it was not uncomfortable silence.
Not the kind of silence that makes you anxious, or miserable.
It was beautiful silence.
For nothing needed to be said.
Words would only solidify a fact that was as true as love itself.
Those words didn't need to be spoken.
He clutched onto him. Held him so tightly, as if even slightly loosening his grip would cause him to lose the boy that he loved more than anything else in the world.
He buried his face into the other's neck, breathing in the amazing, perfect, addicting scent that was him.
And his lover held him just as tight, wrapped his arms around the other boy protectively, keeping him safe from the cold, cruel world that only wanted to hurt the two of them.
But he would gladly take all the painful words into his soul, accept all the abuse, if he could keep his love safe.
Anything.
He would do anything for those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, the playful, knowing smirk, the voice dripping with sarcasm.
The voice that made his heart soar every time he heard it.
The younger boy knew he was safe. His lover had promised to stay beside him, through the good and bad times, and never let him be hurt by the prejudice that smothered their lives.
Perhaps the reason no words were said was simply because words could not express his love for the other.
Every time he looked into those gorgeous blue eyes, he found himself slipping into a trance, a dream-like world where nothing mattered. Those eyes filled him with life, hope...
and love.
But that wasn't the only thing the younger boy loved about him.
He loved that the older one had such an innocent personality, how he was so kind to everyone, no matter what. How he was so open and accepting of any person he met, no matter how they acted.
He loved how this amazing person had accepted him into his life, and loved him unconditionally, with all his flaws.
Every time he was depressed, or felt like he couldn't go on, like life wasn't worth living...
his lover was there, to hold him. His rock, who he could hold onto, and never let go. He could spill all his tears onto the other boy's shirt, tell him all his deepest fears and regrets, and never once was he judged.
God, being with him was absolute bliss.
Before him, life was empty.
No love.
His parents were standard. Not drunks, or abusive either. But they never spent any real time with him. He never truly felt any sort of love from them.
But now...
Laying in this bed, in the dark, holding on so tightly to the one he loved more than anything else in this world...
He knew he was loved.
And Dan loved Phil Lester.
And Phil Lester loved Dan Howell.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Dan whispered, his voice hoarse from crying earlier.
Phil smiled down at his love.
"Not nearly as amazing as you."
The younger one held him even tighter, burying himself deeper and deeper into his lover's neck. Trying to remember how he felt, how it made him feel to be here. In this moment.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The words hadn't needed to be spoken, for they had always been true.
They had always been set in stone, always meant to be.
But after saying those words, finally getting them out in the open, verbally expressing his love for the first time...
he felt more amazing than ever before.
The two laid in silence for the rest of the night, holding each other close, no more words left to say.
It was a beautiful silence.
A/N: Yay for my first ever Phanfic that doesn't suck balls. And the first one I ever published.