A/N: Okay, so here's the thing, my keyboard is broken. Like I have a tablet and laptop in one, but I'm not good at using the internal keyboard because I usually rest my fingers on the keys, which I can't do with touch screen. I'm gonna do the best I can to write like this, and hopefully it will work. (But really tho, like it just stopped working for no reason??? Does any body know how to help???) Update: now word is glitching as well, so I'm actually writing this on Wattpad. Why does the universe hate me?
ALSO, COOL ANNOUNCEMENT: Today is the one-year anniversary of this story!!* Thanks so much to everyone reading this x
*at least I'm like 89% sure it was the 26th...
Phil's POV
I blinked groggily, covering my face with a blanket on order to avoid the streams of sun shining through the window.
Wait, sunlight? The sun shouldn't be rising this early, not unless...
In a frenzy, I shoved my blankets and pillows away, grabbing my phone off the bedside table and turning it on
9:27
A wave of panic washed through me as I jumped out of bed, blindly grabbing a t-shirt out of my closet. I was supposed to be at school over an hour ago!
Where is Dan? I wondered, quickly pulling on a pair of sweat pants (because let's be honest, who cares what they look like by the end of first semester). Did we both oversleep? Deciding I should probably wake him up, I hurried off to his room.
"Dan!" I burst through the door, running over to my boyfriend, who was still fast asleep. "Dan, wake up!"
Dan grunted, pulling his pillow into his face as I tried to rip the covers off of him.
"We're going to be late to school, it's already 9:30!"
This got Dan's attention. He rolled over onto his back, tossing his pillow aside and reaching out. He grabbed me by the shirt front, pulling me roughly towards him.
"Phil," Dan spoke grumpily, our noses lightly brushing each others. "What day is it?"
I thought for a moment. "The twenty third of....oh."
"Yeah, we haven't had school for the past week, we're on holiday. Now let me ignore my responsibilities in peace," With that, Dan pulled me down onto the bed, rolled over, and went back to sleep almost instantly.
I laughed awkwardly to myself, crawling under the blankets next to Dan.
"Whoops."
...
When Dan and I woke up an hour later, our priority was quite obviously food.
"Do you want any syrup?" Dan asked, opening the pantry.
"Is that even a question?" I laughed, popping another waffle into the toaster.
A frustrated sigh caused me to turn around; Dan was standing on his tip toes, straining to reach the syrup bottle that was just a few inches away from his grasp. I failed to hide my laughter as I walked up behind Dan, wrapping one arm around his waist and using the other to grab the bottle.
"Here you are, shorty," I teased Dan as I handed him the syrup.
"Shut up, I'm like six feet tall," He grumbled, craning his neck to look at me.
I laughed, leaning in closer. "I'm still taller."
Dan huffed, but connected our lips anyway. I smiled into the kiss, pulling him closer into a hug. I loved the little moments like this, I didn't feel numb or anxious or depressed, I just felt happy.
"Oh!" A sudden gasp caused Dan and I to quickly break away. Dan's mum was standing in the doorway, her hand lightly covering her mouth.
"Mum..." Dan stepped away from me, his face heating up. I would normally find it funny, but I'm sure I looked no different.
"Well, I can't say I didn't expect it..." Mrs. Howell chuckled uncomfortably.
There was a long silence before Dan's mum spoke again. "Look you two, I'm fine with you being together, in fact, I think you're a very cute couple, but just.... please, try not to have sex yet--"
"Mum!" Dan shrieked, a horrified look on his beet-red face.
"I know, parents don't like having "the talk" either. Oh, and also--"
"Mum," Dan spoke through gritted teeth. "Please, leave."
Mrs. Howell smiled. "Well, I need to run some errands anyway. Goodbye, you two," she gave us a small smile before walking out of the kitchen.
Dan and I stood awkwardly in silence.
"Do you uh, want a waffle?" I slowly slid the plate of waffles over to Dan, but he shook his head.
"I lost my appetite."
Dan's POV
The days until Christmas flew by, everyone rushing around in a festive frenzy. Before we knew it, it was the twenty fifth.
Dad had managed to get off work just in time for the big day; he arrived home late last night. It's currently a little after seven in the morning, Christmas is one of the few days on which I will actually wake up early.
"Dan, hurry up!" Phil wined, clearly wide awake. He had burst into my room far too early for my liking.
"Yeah, yeah," I got out of bed, stretching tiredly. "C'mon, my parents are probably already downstairs."
The two of us made our way down the steps, immediately greeted by a chorus of holiday greetings.
"Well, let's not waste time," Dad began, handing us all a present. He had always been a huge Christmas enthusiast.
Phil was quiet, staring down at the package my dad had given him. "This...You got me a present?"
"Well of course! You're practically our son now." My mum laughed.
Phil grinned, possibly looking the happiest I had ever seen him. He unwrapped his present, pulling out a dark blue sweater. It was simple, but elegant; I'm sure it would look amazing on him.
"Thank you!" Phil smiled at my parents, giving them both a quick hug. "I wasn't really sure what you would like, but here," Phil awkwardly grabbed a present out from under the tree. "I got a sort of 'family gift'" Phil laughed nervously.
My parents both smiled, taking the gift and thanking Phil. He had gotten a fancy recipe book, which I could tell my mom loved.
...
An hour or so later, we had opened almost all the presents and finished breakfast. The only two gifts we had left were the ones Phil and I got for each other, we had both agreed to wait and open them privately, mainly because the idea of showing PDA in front of my parents was still weird.
My extended family wasn't coming until around three, so My boyfriend and I decided to go up to my room to exchange gifts.
"I hope you like it," I smiled, handing Phil a small package.
"Ditto," Phil gave me a small, poorly-wrapped box
"Together?" He suggested.
I nodded. "One, two, three!"
We both tore greedily into our packages, wrapping paper falling to the ground. I looked at the small, navy blue box in my hands, opening it slowly. I gasped softly; inside was one of the most interesting and beautiful watches I had ever seen. It was almost completely black, aside from the hands and a few silver swirls crawling around the face.
"Oh my gosh, I love it! Thank you!" I gave Phil, who was still opening his gift, a gentle kiss on the cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "It's perfect."
Phil beamed proudly, only stopping once he saw his own present. I had gotten him a necklace. Now usually, I wouldn't dream of buying my boyfriend a necklace, but when I saw this, I couldn't think of anything but Phil. The chain was very thin, and dark as pitch. The pendant on the other hand was a bright, flashy gold, cut in the shape of a lion's head; a complete contradiction to the chain. Jewelry was typically seen as a sign of femininity, but this meant something entirely different to me. It was meant to show passion and strength, something to remind Phil that he didn't need my or anyone else's help; he already had the mental ability to overcome whatever he was going through, I was just there to support him.
"Dan, I..." Phil looked up at me, his words seeming to fail him. Giving up on verbal communication, Phil lunged at me, engulfing me in a hug. "It's perfect," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
"I'm glad you like it," I laughed warmly, pushing him back so I could meet his gaze. "Merry Christmas, Phil."
Phil smiled, giving me another peck on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, love."
We decided to re-join my family, which wasn't too bad of a decision. We spent the rest of Christmas day enjoying mince pies, telling bad jokes, and enjoying each other's company. Phil got to meet my cousins' family, who were all very accepting, and liked him very much. I loved seeing him so happy...
By the end of the day, I decided I'm quite confident in saying that this was the best Christmas I'd ever had.
A/N: THANK THE LORD THAT'S OVER WITH, I HATE THIS STUPID KEYBOARD
Lmao I keep complaining about having unimportant chapters but then I keep writing more.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!