Later that night, as Phil closes his door, retreating to his bed, he lifts up his pillow, finding the notebook and lion where he left them. He sets the lion on his dresser and opens up the notebook slowly, sitting on his bed. The drawing he saw earlier stares back at him. Does he dare turn the page?
He decides he does, bracing himself for another drawing, but instead, finding words. Lots and lots of words. He turns the pages throughout the notebook, only finding more and more words. He reads all of them. All the phanfiction, all the smut. Damn, is the only thing he can say to any of it. As he reads, he feels a tightness grow in his pants. He falls deep into Dan's words, as if in a trance.
So deep, in fact, that he doesn't hear the soft knock on his door. That he doesn't notice Dan push open the door and walk in. He doesn't realize that he's there until Dan clears his throat He yelps in surprise, flinging the notebook towards Dan. The notebook falls at Dan's feet. It's as if time stops as Dan looks down and sees the one thing he has never wanted Phil to see. He gasps.
"Phil?!" Dan says.
"D-Dan it's...it's not-I didn't mean to..." Phil stutters, unable to find the right words to say to Dan. His face turns a dark red and he gives up trying to find the words, looking down.
"Why did you go under my bed?!" Dan yells at Phil, a wave of anger flows over him.
"Why did you hide this from me?" Phil feels the same wave of anger go over him, as if they're both in an ocean of rage. "How come you've hid this from me for so long when I had to fucking hide my emotions for you and the fact I'm in love with you because I thought you didn't feel like that?!" Phil is standing in front of Dan now, anger burning in his eyes.
Dan stands speechless, not sure if he heard what he thought he hears. His silence enrages Phil further, making him push Dan against the wall. "How could you hide this and make me feel like you wanted nothing to do with me like that?!"
Dan stutters. "I-I don't understand..d-did y-you just say you l-loved me?" He can't but find Phil's dominance and he feels his jeans tighten. Phil's eyes soften slightly.
"Of course I do you twat...how could I not?" Dan's breathing stops, Phil glances down and sees Dan's pants tightening. A playful smirk on his lips, Phil leans into Dan slowly then stops, centimeters away from Dan's face.
Dan sucks in a sharp breath. Phil licks his lips before he speaks. "Why," he puts Dan's wrists in one hand above his head against the wall. "Did you," he trails a finger down Dan's chest and abdomen. "Hide it?" He squeezes Dan's hard cock through his tight pants. Dan groans in pleasure. Phil squeezes harder. Dan's head rolls back against the wall. "Answer me." Phil demands.
"Because...I didn't-I didn't think you...loved me back." Dan says quietly. Phil releases his grip on Dan and suddenly kisses him.
The kiss burns with a passionate fire. Phil releases his grip on Dan's wrists, and slides his hands into his hair, messing it up. Dan slides his hands to Phil's waist, pulling him closer to himself. Phil pulls away slowly, staring deep into Dan's eyes. Dan decides to say the words he's wanted to say to Phil for so long. "Philip Micheal Lester, I love you."
Phil's smiles, tears pricking his eyes. "Daniel James Howell, I love you too."