Phil opened his eyes. It was the day of the funeral. It was only going to be him, PJ and Chris. A simple funeral was all he needed anyways. It was 6 in the morning when he got ready. He wore a black suit and took a last glance at a sleeping Dan. Surely he wouldn't be up that early. Sighing, he quietly left the apartment to attend his family's funeral.
Sure enough, it didn't take very long. He paid his final visit to them before the burial started. He kept it all in. No crying, no signs of weakness, nothing. It was as if he was emotionless.
"You alright, Phil? You haven't said anything," Chris was worried for his friend.
"Yeah I am don't worry guys," Phil flashed them a weak smile.
PJ and Chris nodded, gesturing for them all to leave. They went to a small cafe nearby and got coffee.
"There's someone staying at yours now? Or so I've heard," Chris started the conversation.
I smiled at PJ and turned to face Chris,"yeah, his name's Dan."
"And Phil's officially in to that Dan guy," PJ rolled his eyes playfully.
Phil laughed,"What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong is you don't even know who he is, Phil. All I'm saying is that he may not be your soulmate," PJ warned.
Phil simply shrugged at the comment. His phone buzzed.
'Hey Phil, where are you?'
He quickly replied.
'I'll explain later, I'm coming home now'
"I'll be heading home now, good luck on your honeymoon," Phil smirked and waved goodbye to his friends.
Back home, Dan washed up himself and sat down watching some anime. When was the last time he caught up with his anime? Felt like forever. Minutes later, he heard the doors unlocked and Phil appeared soon after.
"Morning," Phil said.
"Where were you?"
"My family's funeral," Phil stated nonchalantly.
Dan got alarmed. "What?"
"They died the day I found you. It's nothing though, don't worry about it."
Dan scoffed, "why didn't you wake me up to at least attend it with you?"
Phil shrugged. "Like I said, don't worry about it. Anyways let's go get your stuff."
"N-now?", Dan started stammering.
Phil nodded and stood up, calling Dan to hurry. Dan gulped and started getting nervous. Once they were in his car, Dan started instructing Phil on the directions.
"You ran very far," Phil commented.
Dan just kept quite for the whole ride. The last thing Dan wanted was to go back. He didn't want to face his father at all, especially since he ran away first.
The car screeched to a halt and both men walked out. Dan took a key from under the carpet and slowly unlocked the door. If he was lucky, his dad wouldn't be at home.
"Alright, my bedroom's upstairs," Dan said in a hushed voice.
Phil frowned and followed suit. His bedroom was surprisingly neat despite it being slightly cramped. With each other's help, Dan got everything he needed as quickly as he had hoped for.
"Come on let's go," Dan hurriedly said.
"Daniel you little shit, where are you going now?", a raspy voice appeared out of nowhere.
Both Phil and Dan turned to face an alcoholic man who wasn't sober one bit.
"I'm 24 dad, I'm leaving this hellhole," Dan spoke in an ominously low voice.
"Oh yeah? No fucking chance of it you twat. How dare you even fucking run away?!", Mr Howell spat in Dan's face and raised a hand, about to hit Dan.
In a split second, Phil stepped in front of Dan, taking the blow. Dan opened his eyes wide, surprised.
"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing with my son?", he asked, clearly irritated.
"Whoever I am, at least I care about Dan unlike you. You're a horrible person, by the way. Let's go Dan," Phil said firmly and grabbed Dan's hand.
They left the Howell household and immediately drove off. Dan crossed his arms and remained silent again. How would Phil take this? He got hit because of Dan, but he hasn't said anything. If anything, Dan was getting worried again.
Back home, Phil took off jumper in his room. The bruise was definitely prominent. Sighing, Phil slumped down on his bed.
"Ow ow ow bad idea...", Phil winced in pain.
A knock on the door. Phil told Dan to come in and the brunette awkwardly said hi to Phil.
"Medication for the bruise. Just apply it... I'm so sorry," Dan looked down and sniffed.
Had he been crying? Phil wondered.
"Dan, I'm fine. It's just a small bruise. But thanks anyways," Phil smiled.
"How can you still be so carefree?!", Dan blurted out.
"Sorry?"
Dan frowned." My dad freaking hit you! And you'll probably know how much of a loser I am now... Why do you still help me?"
"Because I'm a nice person," Phil replied casually, rubbing the ointment on his neck.
Dan groaned, annoyed. "I should just fucking leave."
Phil looked at Dan. He grabbed the brunette by his wrist and pinned him on the bed. Dan wriggled while Phil topped.
"P-Phil I-I-"
Phil interrupted Dan by connecting their lips together. It was sweet and lingering, and Dan tentatively returned the kiss. Phil deepened the kiss and pressed their bodies together. Dan gripped onto Phil's back and Phil's fingers ran through Dan's brown hair. Reluctantly, Phil pulled apart for air. Both of them panted heavily.
"That's why I care about you," Phil told Dan.
Ayeeeeee Phan moments 3 Sorry if sentences sound weird whatsoever, I'm too busy (/lazy) to edit...