just a school project || a hs phan au

Chapter 22

a/n: sorry to rant, but seeing stolen writing on here makes me sick. i don't care if it's just to make things more convenient for people who can't read it from tumblr. if it's not yours, do not post it. don't be an asshole. if you know what it feels like to have someone repost if, even if credited, you probably wouldn't. even if they're credited, you're the one getting the views and likes, ect.

on another serious note, for you guys who are young and innocent and don't understand yet, this is not the idea of a healthy relationship. if you meet a boy/girl like phil in this, do not date them. i'm not joking. it's not as easy irl as in fics.

this chapter is 100% not suitable for children

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Everything is calm, for enough time. It feels strange, but it's unnerving. They've both accepted that there are a billion ways for the concept of them to go wrong, and they've both accepted that arguing over little things isn't ever going to help that.

They still hang out, surprisingly enough. The month is nearing it's end, as is the project, but they hang out for different reasons. Just not in public- They usually end up at Dan's house, playing video games or watching movies.

Dan notices how significantly less sexual Phil has become around him. Of course, Phil does slip out a flirty comment every now and then, but it's not as bad as before.

They're both sitting on Dan's bed, watching American Horror Story, and it's surprising how comfortable Dan is with Phil's arm around him like this.

"Evan Peters is hot," Dan mumbles.

Phil laughs. "Don't make me compete with a fictional character for you. Especially a rapist and a psychopath."

"I said Evan, not Tate, to be fair," Dan laughs. He almost brings up how Phil wouldn't have to compete with a fictional character, but decides against it. It's better if they don't say anything sentimental at all. The less talking usually ends up better.

And so they stay like that, but it's not all that bad. It's silence, but neither of them are too confused as to what the other feels.

Except when Dan realizes that, he slightly worries. This is still Phil Lester he's talking about. The boy who's broken this many hearts, but maybe he's not really all that bad. It's not all that bad to feel Phil's hand on his shoulder, to be able to lean on him, to know that his pretty blue eyes are probably watching him.

Dan is fucked, and he's known this forever, and yet he's completely fine with it.

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Phil's the one who suggests going to a concert, of course. It's a mutual favorite band, so it's not like Dan minds going. In fact, he's ecstatic.

Phil's with him the whole time, and the whole time is great. Not because Phil is with him, but because he loves this music, and he loves getting lost in it. He doesn't even release how widely he's grinning, how he's got his arm wrapped around Phil's waist, holding him close, or how he's energetically bouncing around to the music. This isn't his typical night, definitely, but it's new and it's a good feeling.

"This is so fucking amazing," Dan laughs. It's loud, and he doubts Phil can even hear him, though Phil does grin back at him. And Dan knows he's caught up in the moment of the end-nearing concert when he pulls Phil back down to him, a hand on his cheek, and kisses him.

He's kissed Phil Lester a billion times by now, but Dan's not usually the one kissing him like this.

They pull away only a few seconds afterwards, because they can make out whenever, but the concert is just for now. They both stay close together, though, holding on tight in the sea of people singing the lyrics at the top of their lungs.