Hey guys, here's the next chapter, yey!
So I know Dan and Phil has moved to London, but I think I'm going to keep them in Manchester for a while in the story, and maybe make them move further on. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy chapter three! Remember to review and all that :) Love you! (Oh and before you start reading the story I'd just like to thank you all that left so much wonderful feedback, it made me very happy and helped a lot! Thank you!)
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It was one of those days when you wake up and just want to open the window, float out and tumble around in the air. Although Dan knew he couldn't fly, he got out of his bed, opened the window and leaned out. The sun was shining, and the sky was bright indigo with no clouds in sight. This was very rare to foggy, rainy Manchester, so Dan felt that it was his duty as a human being to go out, soak in vitamin D and enjoy the sunshine. He'd just check his twitter first, he thought to himself. And maybe watch that new video someone had uploaded the other day. And oh yeah, he remembered that one of his old friends named Ashley turned 22 today, he had to text her or something.
Suddenly, the door opened behind Dan's back. Dan closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly upwards towards the sun, smiling to himself. He heard the door close again, then footsteps, and finally he felt a cheek being pressed against his left shoulder and a feather light hand landing on his hip.
"Well good morning" He said, without opening his eyes, thinking back at that day when they both finally admitted their true feeling for each other, realizing that it was exactly a month ago today.
"Did you sleep well?" Said Phil, closing his eyes as well and leaning his head on Dan's bare shoulder, trying to get some of the warmth to land on his face.
"I guess. But I don't remember what I dreamt. Imagine if they create like a machine in the future, which will like, record your dreams. Wouldn't that be awesome?" Answered Dan, opening his eyes and looking out over the green, grey and now very reflective city. There was a moment of silence as Phil considered the thought, creating a mental image of the object in his head.
"What if you had a nightmare?" He opened his eyes and turned his head towards Dan, his chin resting on Dans clavicle.
"Then you just wouldn't watch it" Dan chuckled, using his hand to gesture while he talked.
"Hm… probably not" Phil mumbled. Then he wrapped his arms around Dan and pressed his nose against Dan's cheekbone.
"Although if it was a dream about you I'd rewatch it seventy-eight times" He whispered, giving Dans throat a little kiss.
"I don't get you, Phil. But I still love you" Dan said, turning his body to muffle Phil's hair.
"Hey!" He said in protest and playfully slapped Dan's hand away with his own. Dan laughed and gave Phil a quick kiss. Then he turned and started walking out the room.
"You know, you really need to have higher thoughts about yourself. You're very attractive, really" Dan didn't answer, but for a brief moment, there was a shining smile on his face.
Phil's black shoes hit the sunlit pavement with a thud as he landed on the spot where Dan had been moments before. Dan stood to his right, laughing, but with his eyes focused on Phil, concentrating. Phil jumped for him and again, and just like before, Dan managed to slip away and avoid Phil's flying arms.
"Oh, that one was so close, maybe if you try again?" Dan mocked Phil, and in response, Phil stuck his tongue out.
"Since when did you get so fast?" He panted and sat down on the edge of the fountain that was located about a hundred feet from their apartment. Dan chuckled and began to walk over to Phil, but suddenly he stopped, and put his arms waist high, looking ready to run any minute.
"So does this mean you give up?" He asked playfully. Phil looked back at Dan, taking in his chocolate colored eyes, his hair that had begun to curl up a bit thanks to the damp air around the fountain, and his flawless face, waiting for Phil to respond. He nodded.
"You win, I give up" He said. "But watch out, next time I'll get you!
Dan sat down next to Phil, taking his hand and twisting their fingers together.
"You will never get me. I will forever be the master of tag" Dan leaned and kissed Phil's forehead. An old lady with a pale white dress walked past them and smiled as she saw their combined hands. Suddenly, Phil had an idea. He looked at Dan, and began to talk.
"Dan. You know what?" In response Dan shrugged. Phil bit his lip. "I- I'm not sure if I should do this or not" he said and looked up at Dan from underneath his black bangs.
"Phil you can do whatever you want. This world is our playground. When we have each other now, nothing can go wrong" Dan said, put his hand on Phil's yellow and white checkered shirt, and smiled his Dan smile, the one when one corner of his mouth is raised, but he still has dimples. Phil loved that smile, it made him want to asdfghjkl. He took a deep breath, keeping his innocent mask on so that Dan wouldn't suspect anything
"Well if you say so… Because I wanted to um… TAG!" Phil suddenly shouted and poked Dan in the ribs. Dan gave out a small "yelp" and thanks to his ticklish-ness he began to flail his arms around, accidentally hitting Phil on his chest. Phil felt himself loose balance, and as he fell backwards he clenched his hands reflexively, grasping any solid thing he could get a hold on. And that solid thing just so happened to be Dan. The young boys tumbled down into the cold water of the fountain, instinctively holding their breaths and closing their eyes. Dan found himself floating on his back underneath the surface, with his neck arched so that when he opened his eyes, he saw an upside-down underwater Phil staring back at him. Now the fountain was definitely not deep at all, probably just about five feet or something, but still both Dan and Phil felt it necessary to stay underwater for just a little while longer. Slowly, and without letting the blurry Phil with flowing hair leave his eyes, Dan rolled over, so that he was positioned belly down. Neither of the boys needed to move their arms or legs to come closer to each other - It was as if there was some sort of magnetism between them. They drew closer, both with puffy, exaggerated, airfilled cheeks, until they both floated nose to nose, still with open eyes. Then they both kissed.
Kissing underwater was a wonderful experience, Dan thought. Although their moving space was limited, they twirled and rolled as their lips and bodies passionately worked together, Phils hand on Dan's lower back and Dans hand on Phils cheekbone. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Phil felt his pulse speed up from the rush and excitement of kissing Dan, and a bit unwillingly, he broke the kiss to throw his head back, crash through the surface and draw a deep breath of fresh air. Well, as fresh as air in Manchester can be. Dan sat on his knees opposite of Phil, wiping his hair out if his eyes and trying to style it, even though it was wet. He wore a white t-shirt, which thanks to the water now was completely see-through. He looked up, faking to be upset.
"You.. you ruined my hair!" He said over dramatically and threw himself towards Phil
"No one ruins my hair! I'll get you! I'll – Argh!" Dan shouted as Phil splashed away from him, splattering water in Dans face. The boys begun to wrestle in the fountain, laughter and little shrieks emerging from them time to time. A couple of minutes later, Dan was declaired the winner, as he was the strongest one, and because Phil completely lost control over his own body when Dan kissed him.
"It's unfair!" exclaimed Phil as they were climbing back over the fountains wall. "You cheated!" Dan just chuckled in response.
"I can't see how kissing you is cheating" He said, overacting his innocence. Phil raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged, and let Dan be Dan. They grabbed hands and Phil gave Dan a kiss on the cheekbone as they began to walk in the direction leading to their apartment, both knowing exactly what to do with each other when they came back home…