Oblivious Hearts (Phan)

Chapter Fourteen

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Phil threw himself onto the sofa, still scowling. He pulled his tie off from around his neck and unbuttoned the first two holes of his shirt. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa, feeling idle. The only thing he wanted to do was message Dan, but he had seen him yesterday and was probably busy, he also didn't want Dan to think he was being clingy.

Phil chewed his bottom lip and came to the conclusion to ignore his doubts and just message him anyway.

Phil: Hey, are you busy?

Dan: No, not at all. What's up?

Phil: Just had a draining few hours. You don't fancy coming over do you?

Phil drummed his fingers on the sofa again, anxiously awaiting Dan's reply, feeling abnormally nervous.

Dan: Yeah of course, I'm on my way x

Phil sighed with relief and got up to put a pot of tea on ready for when Dan arrived. He couldn't stop his mind from spinning over the life he just witnessed take its final journey. Nor could he pretend that the life, which was now gone, had been improved by his own involvement. In fact, a niggling idea in the back of his mind said his involvement and her passing were linked.

Life... Surely I'm making Dan's better? Or do I just see myself as making his better because he shines light in the darkest corners of my own? Am I mixing my own happiness with the happiness I help others achieve? I've been a fool for that before. But haven't I also enjoyed knowing that I gave others the opposite of happiness? No, push that memory away. That's not me anymore...

Phil placed two sets of cup and saucer and the steaming pot of tea on the coffee table in the living room and flopped himself back down on the sofa. He stretched his legs out and let his feet rest on the edge of the table with his ankles crossed. He shuffled in his seat, anxious about seeing Dan. He was too fidgety to stay still for long so leapt to his feet and began to pace the room, his socks scuffing the softly carpeted floor.

About ten minutes later Phil heard his doorbell ring, making his stomach flutter. He half walked, half jogged to the door and swung it open. Dan was stood there with his hood pulled up shielding him from the rain pouring outside, a small bunch of bright yellow flowers in his cold fist, and a warm smile brightening his face. The scowl that Phil hadn't realised he was wearing dissolved to be replaced with a smile because of Dan.

Stepping into the warm and dry that was Phil's house, Dan placed a small kiss on Phil's cheek.

"Is everything okay sweety?" He asked, concern breaking through his smile.

"It is now." Phil replied, pulling Dan into an embrace, stealing a much-needed kiss from his cold lips.

Phil took Dan's free hand, which was cold and wet from the exposure to the rain, and led him into the living room. Dan held out the flowers for Phil, feeling a tad embarrassed by how weak of a bunch they looked in Phil's large living room. Phil, however, thought they were cute and felt his tummy flutter again at the gesture. He took the flowers and went to the kitchen in search of a vase. Dan shrugged off his damp coat and flopped onto the sofa waiting for Phil, who strode back in with the vase, which he positioned on the mantelpiece. Phil slid onto the sofa next to Dan and draped one arm across the back of the sofa waiting for Dan to snuggle in closer.

Phil stroked Dan's hair and the familiar clean scent of soap and sugar that was Dan surrounded him, putting him at ease. Phil told Dan a lie about spending the day with his family who had just moaned about his job all day, which Dan believed. Phil instantly felt guilty for lying to Dan, so pulled himself away from Dan and into an upright position, perching on the edge of the sofa avoiding Dan's searching eyes. He rolled the sleeves of his long white shirt up to his elbows, feeling Dan's eyes boring into him whilst he did this. He reached over and poured them both a cup of hot tea, plopping a cube of sugar in each and handing one to Dan who cradled it in his hands, treasuring the heat seeping into his still frozen fingers.

The tea brought back the warmth to Dan's face after the first sip, warmth that was slowly starting to seep back into his body from Phil's embrace before he had unexpectedly pulled away.

"I'm sorry about your family Phil... Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make you feel better?" Dan said quietly, edging closer to Phil, worried about him.

"Just being here with me is helping, this is all I need." Phil replied, giving Dan a genuine smile and sitting back on the sofa, pulling Dan back into his arms. "You can stay the night you know." Phil said, hopeful that Dan would jump at the offer. He didn't fancy being alone tonight and knew he'd sleep better with Dan curled around him. Despite having woken up in a cold sweat the last time, during his sleeping hours he'd had the deepest and most restful sleep he could remember having for years.

"I'd like that, but I haven't brought a spare change of clothes with me for tomorrow, or a toothbrush..." Dan said shyly.

"You can just borrow some of my clothes, and use my toothbrush." Phil replied. He wanted to make sure that Dan knew he could use anything in his house, but at the same time he didn't want to patch up every problem Dan pointed out about staying over incase he was trying to politely let Phil down.

"Really? I'm a schoolteacher though, so nothing too... Well, you. No offence." Dan bit his lip; worried he might have upset Phil. To his relief Phil just laughed.

"I know. I have some less me stuff you can borrow." He chuckled.

This feels like a really short chapter? I hope you like it anyway!

Did anyone watch Phil's liveshow? He's ADORABLE

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T x