he was so, so pretty - chapter four

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hey everyone! alyssa

here and im back with

chapter four of

he was so, so pretty.

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ok i just wanted to thank (again) everyone who's reading and ing this story! the lovely comments i receive make me smile so much and uGHHH YOU GUYS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST.

so here's chapter four, it's a bit of a filler but hopefully as enjoyable as the previous ones. fluff x10000 let's be honest.

if you haven't read them:

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

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dan and phil found so much comfort in each others arms, it was impossible for them to separate. the two boys slept over at one another’s houses almost every night, hugging and whispering sweet nothings into the early hours of the morning. it had been a week and a half since their first kiss and phil was still riding the tidal wave of happiness.

“mornin’ gorgeous,” phil said groggily as he walked into the bright kitchen. dan was sat at the dining table, a ray of beautiful sunshine was splayed over his beautiful face, lighting up his caramel eyes and phil couldn’t get enough of him.

“hey,” he took a small bite out of his toast and looked up at the older boy. he was so, so pretty.

“today’s the day, huh?”

“what?” dan looked confused, “oh. yeah,” he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. dan had the big rehearsal today, and, boy, was it big. the damned kissing scene. it wasn’t that he was worried he’d like, fall for the girl, or that phil would get over jealous (which he assured dan he wouldn’t), it was more that the brunette hadn’t kissed many people before. that was, one person.

“don’t worry about it,” phil sat opposite dan who was slowly chewing his breakfast, a look of sheer terror on his face, “she’ll be great about it.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he looked exasperated, “she’ll be a great kisser?”

“no,” phil hoped not, “just that she’ll probably be super casual about it. besides she has a boyfriend.”

“yeah,” dan giggled, “so do i.”

phil sighed, “so nothing will come from it, baby. i promise,” he tucked a lock of golden-brown hair behind dans ear and smiled softly. the younger boy immediately relaxed, his face falling into a calm grin. he was so, so pretty.

“it was crazy!” dan yelled on the way home.

“that bad, was it?” phil chuckled at his boyfriends dramatic antics.

“not so much bad as disgusting” he glared at the pavement, “she like, touched my waist, phil - so close to my ass," he shuddeded, "and mr lewis said it was ‘good!’ good? it was the weirdest thin-”

and their lips were together again, “you were waffling.”

“sorry,” but he didn’t look apologetic through his smirk, “thanks for stopping me.”

“that’s what i’m here for,” phil linked their hands as he did their arms on a cold night. dan originally didn’t like hand-holding, thought it was cheesy, but the action seemed to have grown on him. “if you don’t like her being touchy then ask her to stop.”

dan gaped at him, “me asking for a change? i don’t bloody think so.” phil laughed at his annoyed expression.

“then deal with it.”

whenever they were alone, in the confines of a bedroom or even under a secluded tree at school, dan and phil kissed. they couldn’t help it. for most teenagers it’s a mad rush of hormones, but for them it was different- like if they kept off each other they’d expire. so here, on dans bed, they were unsurprisingly making out.

“mmmm,” dan murmured against phils lips before pulling away, “i just wanna tell you something.”

phil glanced up into his pretty eyes, and looked for any trace of uncertainty or another negative emotion. he found none. just pure beauty in every blemish.

“yeah?”

“you’re a way better kisser than that girl,” he scoffed, smile growing wide, perfect teeth showing in an irreplaceable grin.

“well, i’m pleased,” phil couldn’t help smiling along with dan, his happiness as contagious as a horrible sickness, “hopefully you’ll be kissing me a hell of a lot more than her.”

dan erupted with laughter, his head thrown back, tight curls bouncing upon it. he was so, so pretty.

"i hope so too."

and they were kissing again. phil had decided prior to today that kissing dan was his favourite thing to do. he preferred it to even playing video games - and that was saying something.

dan kissed the girl, maya her name was, 16 times more that week. phils promise of not getting jealous was sitting thin in the air, waiting to be blown away, but the older boy was keeping it together. in front of dan, anyway. when he wasn't around, phil would think only of the two of them, dans lips pressed to hers. he wanted to cry. phil wondered if dan actually did enjoy kissing her - was he was telling his boyfriend a little white lie? no. he couldn't have done that to phil.

"hey."

phil was crying and dan was there, 'oh no oh no oh no.' he tried to subtly dry his eyes and smiled up at the confused brunette.

"are you crying?"

"what?" yes, "no."

"yes you are, phil," dan sat beside him under their tree with a worried look, "why?"

"it's nothing, just," he inhaled deeply, "i promise it's nothing."

phil was shaking and dan was holding him, and it'd been the other way around so many times.

"it's ok, baby," dan breathed into phils ear, "it's ok."

but that's what phil had said when dan wasn't ok, and now, when reversed, he understood how horrible it felt.

"dan im sorry," he nearly yelled, grabbing dans perfect face and pulling away from the embrace.

"for what?" phil wished he could stop confusing this boy, he was too pretty to have to feel that.

"i-i broke my p-promise," he stuttered.

"calm down, darling," dan hushed, "what promise?"

"i said i wouldn't get jealous, dan," he swallowed hard, "but i can't stop thinking about you kissing maya an-"

but dan was kissing him, not maya, and suddenly it was ok.

"i love you i love you i love you," dan whispered as he gripped phils back with all his strength, and he didn't stop until the bell rang signalling that lunch was over, "so much," dan finished. phil was still crying, just less violently.

"you'll be ok?"

"yeah."

the first show was the following tuesday, and dan was wonderful. he played his part so well, and phil heard many people raving about 'that boy' during the half-time break. the kiss scene was nice- well, it would've been if it wasn't your boyfriend locking lips with someone else- but dan looked a little bit awkward. when he kissed phil he melted, body falling into a beautiful trance. but with maya he looked stiff and anxious. phil guessed that even the best of actors couldn't pull off a love as brilliant as theirs.

"it's quite funny that your worst scene was the kiss," phil grinned as they left the theatre, after dan got out of costume.

"god, i was so damn nervous anyway," he shook his pretty head, "just to top it all off she pulled my hair!" dan exclaimed, running his hand through what maya had tugged.

"not into that?" phil winked, knowing it'd frustrate the poor boy.

"i fricking hate you," he grabbed phils shoulders, "so damn much, lester." but he pecked his lips anyway, and phil sighed, a huge weight lifted off of him. the weight of maya and dan.

dan hadn't eaten since breakfast, as his stomach was churning so much it probably would've chucked any food right back up. the boys got pizza.

"i love this, phil," dan lay his head on his boyfriends shoulder.

"me?"

"everything," he sighed, "it's all so lovely."

and for the first time ever phil voiced that one thing that always filled his mind.

"dan," he kissed his cheek, right where the simple would be. phil looked at dans face, his caramel eyes, his wave-like hair, his pale, perfect skin. he would always be gorgeous.

"you're so, so pretty."

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thanks for reading! hope you liked it.

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