he was so, so pretty - chapter nine

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hey everyone! alyssa

here and im back with

another chapter of

he was so, so pretty

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sorry for the wait hhh

i've been planning this chapter for ages! im so so so so so excited to share it with you all.

hope you enjoy!

shoutout to ariana for all the help with ideas for this fic ilysm bb :')

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the next two years flew by faster than phil thought humanly possible. the lady that owned the flower shop ed away and her business was thrown into dans hands, while phil was upgraded to head barista when the previous one moved towns. their income grew phenomenally and the couple moved into a larger apartment.

"phil this is surreal," dan said one morning as he entered their living room wearing only a pair of black boxers. he was so, so pretty.

"i know, baby," phil replied. it had been about a month since they'd moved into their new place, but dan was still contemplating how it had happened.

dan sat on his lap and rested his head on phils shoulder, "we need something on that wall," he pointed to a bare spot next to the tv, "it's too plain - doesn't suit us."

phil chuckled, "we'll find something."

dan smiled.

the day was warm, and dan was off work. so he stayed in the back of phils cafe.

"you're never back here anyway why am i secluding myself?" dan asked, stepping behind the counter, pretending to be annoyed.

"because you sometimes have random inclinations to make out with me," phil said as he crafted a perfect chai latte.

"haha very funny," dan said sarcastically. phil knew that him just saying the words 'make' and 'out' together would entice dan into doing the action. and it did, "but i wouldn't be opposed to-"

"no," phil said sternly grabbing dans hand which had been slowly travelling up to phils face, "not here."

"but why?" dan groaned, fidgeting his feet and giving phil puppy eyes.

"cause im at work you dork," phil laughed.

"fine then," dan threw his head back dramatically, curls bouncing as they did when he was tiny, "guess i'll go entertain myself then."

the day had been warm but the evening was cold. the two hadn't been out on a date for ages and it was about time they did something romantic. phils fingers were interlocked with dans, his stomach churned relentlessly and he tightened his jaw in the cold breeze.

"you ok?" dan asked, slowly down their pace, "you seem tense."

"no it's just," phil thought about the heightening pressure in his right tro pocket, "im fine, darling don't worry."

dan smiled, "ok," and he pecked his boyfriends cheek.

phil exhaled heavily and closed his eyes, while dan basically pulled him along the street, " that fancy place we went after i had that meltdown a couple years back?" he questioned.

"uh," phil thought, "yeah, windows wasn't it?"

dan pointed to a white building on the hill, "there?"

it was the very restaurant, "shall we?" dan bowed like a gentleman.

"stop that, you," phils mouth broke put into a playful smile, "but yes."

they sat by a window, yet again, and phil thought dan had never looked prettier. he took in a sharp breath and grabbed dans hand, "there's somewhere i need to take you after this."

"oooo!" the brunette raised his eyebrows, "where? clubbing?"

"no, baby," phil grinned, "somewhere much less energetic and much more romantic," he winked.

"i hate surprises," dan said hopefully.

"im not telling you."

"i hate you."

"you love me!"

"sure," dan smirked.

the meal was just as phil ed. a perfect balance of flavours and textures, frankly, it was one of the nicest things he'd ever eaten. dan seemed to be enjoying it too as he was producing some ridiculous sounds.

"for some reason," phil began, "i seem to recall you being gross like that last time we were here."

dan flushed red, "it's so good, though, can't help it," he said as he ate another forkful of whatever meat was on his plate.

they finished up and dan was excited to see where phil would be taking him, "i've planned this all out, sweetheart, you better be grateful."

the younger boy was practically skipping at this point, pulling on phils hand to hurry him along. it was absolutely gorgeous- just like dan. he was so, so pretty.

it was a rooftop garden. there were steps leading up to it, with flowers along the hand rails- dan was in heaven. everywhere he turned there were roses and carnations, and candles. they gave off a strong scent of vanilla that dan happily inhaled, he spun in the moonlight as he reached the top. it was a beautiful sight, the boy fitted in perfectly.

"phil this is-"

phil had removed his jacket to reveal a sharp black suit and he had a tie around his neck.

"come here."

dan obliged. he walked slowly towards his boyfriend who reached out and placed his hands on the youngers waist. phil attached his lips to dans neck as the boy melted into warm arms, "i love you," he whispered.

"i love you too," phil said, "so..." he pulled back and focussed on the weight in his pocket again.

do it.

he thought to himself.

it'll be easy.

and so phil lester took dan howells hand in his, kissed his knuckles and straightened his suit jacket. he took a deep breath, turned around, and reached for the box. it was soft and velvety and red, it's contents worth more than anything phil had ever owned. he was so nervous, yet, so excited. and nearly positive it was going to work in his favour.

he turned back so he was facing dan.

"daniel james howell," he took a step in, "you are the first person i ever loved and hopefully the last i ever will."

dan blushed deeply and cocked his head to the side.

"you're smart, funny, talented and stunningly gorgeous. obviously the most amazing man i've ever met!"

"phil..."

"we've got too many memories that we can't ever share," he winked, "and too many that the world deserves to know about."

"what're you-" but it was phils speech, and he spoke right over the confused boy.

"we make a perfect couple, if i do say so myself, and i never- ever- want to think of a world without you, so..."

he got down on one knee.

"will you make my entire life, and marry me, baby?"

dan looked shocked and overwhelmed and elated. god, was he happy. his hands crossed each other and covered his gaping mouth.

"yes!" he yelled, "yes, yes, yes-" but he couldn't continue because his lips found phils and the words turned to muffle. they made out for too long, and got too touchy in public but neither would even think of caring.

'dan dan dan dan dan,' they were engaged. ENGAGED! it was impossibly wonderful and dan looked absolutely beautiful under the moonlight. his lips were red and puffy from all the kissing, his eyes were like orbs from happy tears and delight and his hair was strewn all over his ecstatic face.

he was so, so pretty.

and phil had said it hundreds of times but it was too true to stop. because he was. so, so pretty. inhumanely so. phil would never get enough of staring at his face, playing with his curls, kissing his lips.

they were going to get married.

they were going to spend their lives together.

he was so, so pretty.

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ty for reading ly all!

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