Started writing this chapter ages ago, but lost inspiration. But then I saw SerenadeFlames13's trailer for this fic and I just had to finish this. The link will be on my profile after this chapter is posted. c:

The weekend rolled around much quicker than Phil would have preferred.

Even though he spent the whole week waiting around for the weekend, texting Dan, but he won't admit that he did, because it sounded like he was clingy, and he kept himself as busy as he could during the holidays. No school, barely any chores. He got a lot of writing done.

He didn't want to be secretly glad that his week went by so fast, but he was, and that's a secret. If Dan ever found out, the teasing would never stop. Nor the flirting. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, a tiny voice said he didn't like that. But it was overpowered by the fact that this was Dan. The guy he had thought was a jerk, his old best friend.

He was so damn confused, because, just like Dan had personality swings, Phil was having mood swings. One minute, he'd be texting Dan, and he'd be blushing and happy with the flirting. The next thing he knows, he's flirting back, and hours have passed, and he has to go to bed. He lays awake for an hour after Dan has stopped texting, unable to sleep from his thoughts.

You see, when with Dan, its easy to fall into the flirting and the giggling and the smiles. Oh, the smiles. But when without Dan, things go topsy-turvy and Phil regrets and he thinks and he thinks. He shouldn't like the special attention Dan is giving him. He shouldn't even like Dan at all. He shouldn't be gay. He shouldn't even live!

But those are thoughts he hastily runs away from. He's not depressed, he's not.

His parents would beg to differ though, and even though they seemed satisfied with the way the week had played out, and the fact that Dan and him were going to hang out on the weekend, he knows he's walking on thin ice with the whole Boarding School thing. He only has the rest of the summer to make at least five good friends, and there's nobody in this stupid town that Phil doesn't already know. Which basically means he's screwed, because everybody he knows either hates him, or he hates them. There are the few exceptions of the people he doesn't know all that well.

Like that PJ boy he was lab partners with in Science that one time, because his best friend Chris had been away. The boy had been nice, and quite cool actually. Phil thought at the time that they could actually be friends, but, of course, the next day, Chris was back, and Phil was too shy to go up and talk to PJ while there was someone he didn't know sitting right next to him. When PJ noticed him, he had smiled, and waved him over, but Phil just gave him an awkward smile, and held up his hand in a silent 'no thanks, I'm good right here'.

PJ had shrugged, and continued his conversation with Chris that Phil couldn't hear, and he disappeared into the crowd. The next couple of days, he secretly hoped Chris would be away sick again, but no such luck. Every time he would walk over to see if PJ was eating lunch alone, Chris would be there, PJ would wave him over with a smile, and Phil would decline by a simple wave of his hand. Eventually, Phil gave up. He was never meant to have friends anyway.

It kind of hurt, knowing he was that shy that he couldn't try to make a new friend, just because there was another person with the boy he was trying to befriend. Phil got over it, though. He was a loner. He'd only ever had Dan, then Dan left to go be popular. Phil would have gone with him, but he hated meeting new people, and he had thought that he'd ruin Dan's new popularity with all his stuttering and blushing. It was silly. He could have stayed friends with Dan, and become popular. But, instead, he remained friendless and very, very shy.

He's trying to fix his fatal flaw, really, he is. But the only thing that's ever helped is Dan. So that's why he's walking over to Dan's house on an early Saturday morning. At least, that's what he tells himself is the reason. He doesn't want to admit that he just wants to see Dan, that he craves it. That would be weird.

When he gets to the front door, he realises how big of an idiot he is. What was he even doing there? He was so shy, and he wouldn't be able to talk to Dan's parents let alone knock on their door, because Phil knows Dan isn't awake before midday on the weekends (he has a part time job at Starbucks on weekdays during the holidays), and its currently nine in the morning. Dan won't be awake. Should he knock anyway?

After about ten minutes of standing outside the front door to Dan's house, in the slowly warming heat of summer, debating whether he should just knock or not, he finally decides. He walked a long way to get there, so he's not leaving without at least trying. So, he knocks on the door, and waits. Soon, Dan's mum has opened the door, and is smiling at him. She's dressed like she's about to go for a run, and Phil remembers Dan telling him his mother was trying to lose weight over the phone.

"Hey, Mrs. Howell. Dan invited me over, I don't know if he told you." Phil said, smiling nervously as he played with some of his hair.

"Call me Jo, Phil. Everyone does." Jo said, smiling as she opened the screen door for him and let him inside. "Come on in, Dan's in his room, probably still asleep." She chuckled, closing the door behind him. "I was just about to go for a run, so I'll call him down, then I'll get out of your hair."

"Okay, thanks... Jo." Phil mumbled awkwardly, still playing with his hair as he blushed. Jo looked at him for a moment, connecting their eyes and making Phil shiver at the look she gave him. It was a knowing look. Like she could see his soul. Like she knew how to get all his secrets, and was peeling them off him one by one. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. Then, it was over just as fast as it had started. Phil shivered again.

"Dan! Get your butt out of bed! Phil's here!" She yelled quite loudly, shocking Phil. Sure, he'd heard Dan's parents fight before, and he'd heard Jo yell, but it seemed so quiet between the thick walls, with Dan's sobs in his ears, and his own comforting words. Hearing her yell so close to him made Phil realise why Dan's dad tried to quieten her whenever they had a fight.

After a few moments, Phil heard a groan and some movement, before it went silent. Then, there were quick footsteps and he heard Dan's door fly open. "Did you just say Phil's here?!" He yelled, making Phil smile slightly at the panic in his voice. He probably wasn't dressed or anything, and Dan had told him last night that he got distracted talking to Phil, so his room was still really messy. Phil didn't mind though, he didn't think Dan's room could be that much worse than Phil's.

"Yes! Now get down here and great your guest! I'm going for a run, I should be back in an hour." She called back, giving Phil a smile before she opened the door and left him alone with Dan, and his dad who would probably sleep until midday like his son normally would. Phil bit his lip and wondered whether he should wait for Dan, or if he should go up. Then, curiosity got the better of him and he quietly padded up the stairs. He hadn't seen Dan's room in years, it was probably completely different.

He was right. Dan had changed the wall's colour from a mustard yellow to bright reds and golds. There were swirls, dips, lines, everything together that made Phil's mouth drop open in wonder. His ceiling was crammed full of posters, pictures, and even old drawings that Phil had given to him when they were younger. Granted, the floor was practically a bomb site, filled with dirty clothes and the like, but Phil could look past the fact because Dan was scrambling around hurriedly to get his room clean.

Once he realised Phil was standing at the door, Dan froze, and slowly turned his head to look at him, like he was stuck in slow motion. His eyes were wide and filled with horror that kind of made Phil want to burst into giggles. Of course, he didn't, because that would be completely rude, so he wore a massive grin instead.

"Phil! What are you doing up here? Go back downstairs!" Dan said, rushing to the doorway, pushing Phil back and closing the door behind him. "I'm a mess and so is my room. I haven't had time to shower or clean or anything and my hair's all curly!" He rambled, pulling on his curls and making Phil giggle. "What are you doing here so early? I told you I wouldn't be awake until midday!"

"I think your hair is cute curly, and your room isn't that bad." Phil replied, before biting his lip to hold in a giggle. "Okay, maybe it is, but I don't care. Anyway, I came here early because my mum woke me up when she was going to work, and you know I can't go to sleep again once I've been woken up. So I got ready and came over." He shrugged, still grinning, but blushing once he realised he'd said he thought Dan was cute.

"You think I'm cute?" Dan asked, his panicked look turning into a grin. Phil blushed even more and thought it was just great that the only thing he commented on was Phil's compliment. Phil understands his excitement, though, he's been rather reluctant to flirt or anything with Dan, and if he did, the boy would usually comment on it, and make Phil shut down again. This time was no exception.

Phil was still having trouble comprehending the fact that they were breaking the law. Even a stupid law is still a law, even if most people hate it.

"No!" Phil said hurriedly, blushing. "Look, I've already seen how messy it is, so why don't I just come in?" He asked, faking a sigh of annoyance. It made Dan reconsider, and soon he was sitting on a quickly-made bed while the brunette rushed around to clean. After about ten minutes, the room looked messier than when Dan had started, and the boy collapsed next to him on the bed.

"Ugh this is never going to be done!" He exclaimed, groaning. "But since we're both on the bed..." He said suggestively, winking at Phil, and making him wonder if Dan needed pills for mood swings.

"You're an idiot..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes at Dan. "An idiot who has curly hair and is currently wearing pyjamas, might I add." Phil giggled, biting his lip and hesitantly reaching his hand over to play with Dan's curls. They were loose and soft, like silk, and Phil could imagine spending all day lying there, his hands playing with Dan's hair as they kissed, burning, tanned hands sliding against his waist as the last rays of sun filtered through the window.

He was thinking to romantically now. This was dangerous.

"I'll go get changed in a minute..." Dan said quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as a soft sigh escaped his lips. "This is too nice..." He whispered, making Phil smile. Dan was halfway asleep already, and he'd happily sit there with him and play with his hair all day. But Dan really needed to get dressed, and it was too dangerous to stay in his room. They'd go to the tree house, where they could spring apart and pretend to be doing something once they heard someone was climbing the ladder. It was impossible to climb it quietly, it always squeaked and swung when you climbed it. Dan had tested it.

"Come on Dan." Phil said quietly, shaking Dan a little and prodding him. Dan still hadn't opened his eyes. "Go have a shower, I'll wait in the tree house." he mumbled, leaning forward and giving Dan a small kiss before getting up. Before he could take a step, though, something enclosed around his wrist, and pulled him back. He toppled back and landed above Dan. Luckily, he placed his hands down before they smashed heads, and he frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dan just looked blankly at him and leant up for another kiss.

"I don't want to have a shower. I want to stay here, kissing you..." He mumbled against Phil's lips, making him blush and try to pull away. Dan slid his fingers into Phil's hair, making him shiver at the feeling, and effectively stopping him from pulling away. Now he was trapped, and Dan was slowly puling him down for another kiss.

Dan shuffled down the bed, and pulled Phil with him so they could kiss better. Now Phil's knees were either side of Dan's waist, and he really wasn't protesting. His hands gripped at Dan's shoulders needily as their lips moved in sync. Phil's heart was racing, and he was out of breath. Dan just kept that blank look, his eyes shut, while Phil's were half open. He loved watching Dan like this, so close up, but eventually his eyes slid closed, and he just let himself feel.

After what felt like hours of kissing (which was probably only really ten minutes) they broke apart, and Dan finally smiled, making Phil melt and struggle to return the lazy smile. "I have to go have a shower..." Dan mumbled, gently nibbling on Phil's bottom lip, making him moan softly, and think that Dan really wasn't going anywhere soon while he was still around. "But I wanna stay here and keep kissing you..." He said, not breaking the nibbling.

"I'll meet you in the tree house." Phil whispered, giving Dan an apologetic smile as he slid off the bed. He didn't want to break what they had, really, he didn't. But, he knew he'd stay there with Dan for hours if he didn't take charge and leave right then. "Then we can stay there all day. Oh, and don't straighten your hair. I want to play with your curls." He admitted, smiling shyly at Dan as he blushed.

Just as he left, Phil heard Dan whining incoherently, making him smile as he made his way downstairs, Dan's dad wasn't awake yet, so he easily slid outside into the backyard. He revelled in the fresh, cool air against his burning face. His lips were tingling, and he felt dizzy, more than anything he was just hot. Dan burned everywhere he touched on Phil. Every small trace of skin left him burning for hours, every tug of hair, squeeze of waist, tongues colliding, everything. Dan just burned him up and made him melt. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. But it wasn't unpleasant.

He made his way over to the tree, and climbed the ladder. There were going to be so many memories here. It was the only safe place for them to meet. No one could see them from the ground, even if they were standing, and no one could sneak up. It was big enough to do all sorts of things, and it kind of felt like home, even after all these years. He spent his childhood up in this tree house, and now he's probably going to spend the rest of his teenage years in it. He wasn't complaining, it was a nice tree house, and a nice place to hide, but something else that would be nice; freedom.

Phil wanted to be free to love Dan in open and not get judged. Even if he went to other countries, he'd still be punished for loving Dan. After England said no to homosexuals, the other countries sort of followed. There wasn't a single place on the Earth that didn't agree. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide forever. If they kept this relationship going, they were bound to get caught one day. Did he really want that?

Phil sighed as he entered the tree house, and immediately flopped down onto the sofa. He had some serious thinking to do. Was Dan really worth it? No one had ever made him feel this way but... Was he worth the risk? Surely there would be other people he'd love. Surely this was just a faze. He'd become normal one day, and get a girlfriend. He was sure. Because this was just wrong.

But maybe he could just ride out this faze, and forget about it when he's older, and has a wife and kids. The idea doesn't appeal to him. Having a nice, normal family. A wife and three kids, in a nice house with a white picket fence. Or maybe they'd just live in an apartment, seeing as the picket fence is kind of an American thing. It just didn't fit. It wasn't right. They were the pieces to someone else's puzzle.

It made him realise that yeah, this totally wasn't a faze. And that if he wasn't careful, he'd end up falling for Dan. Then where would he be? He'd be breaking the law every day. It wasn't right. Not even remotely.

Phil sighed again, and played with the hem of his shirt, just as he heard someone climbing the ladder. He sat up immediately, excited to see Dan again, even though he couldn't have been up there for more than ten minutes. Thinking took up a lot of time.

"Dan" Phil said happily as the door swung open, revealing the tanned brunette wearing what was probably the hottest clothes Phil had ever seen.

Dan was a bastard.

But Dan was a hot bastard.

So we're finally done! I hope you enjoyed, since this took a while to write. Hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner, but who knows? Anyway, like I said, link to the trailer will be on my profile soon. So check it out its amazing and perfect! :)

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