Back for another fic. I wrote this for the phandom reverse bang @phandomreversebang. The art was made by @thebabiesarentokay. The fic was betaâd @danceswithsweaters.
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The air around him smelled of freshly baked pastries, coffee and rain. The cafĂŠ was nearly empty, as it was nearing tea time, in the middle of summer holidays. Apart from Phil, there was a family of four sat around a round table at the other side of the cafĂŠ.
The rain was falling down, steady but forceful. It streamed along the old London streets and pooled where the pavement was no longer at level. Phil sighed whilst staring out the window, putting off leaving the comfort of the cafĂŠ.
He started towards the toilets, drawing out the time a little more by using the loo. He was hoping that by the time he got back it wouldâve stopped raining. As much as one could hope, it was still London and it rained so often and it was unlikely for it to stop in five minutes.
As he made his way to the back of the cafĂŠ, he heard a small uproar at the table of the family. He ignored it in favour of respecting their privacy.
When he returned, the family was gone. Lydia, owner of the cafĂŠ and a close friend of Philâs, was already placing the chairs on the tables.
âHey Phil, thought I saw your umbrella in the umbrella stand. You shouldâve seen that family leave. The father nearly threw the money at me, the son was outside in tears before the rest of the family had even stood up. The daughter was just looking at the floor.â
Phil snickered. Lydia had the habit of telling him about strange situations at the cafĂŠ.
âWhat story did you think of for them?â
Another habit of Lydiaâs was to make up stories about the strange situations, which would often take a turn for the magical, taking the shape of myths about dragons, even beyond Philâs imagination.
âDad forgot he had cookies in the oven. The mom had a bad client at work. The son has lost his fairy wings and the daughter is still learning how to breathe fire.â Lydia was wiping the counters, her face straight and her voice level.
Phil shook his head and took his umbrella from the umbrella stand.
âHow do you still have a business in baked goods? You would do great as a writer. See you tomorrow!â He opened the door to the cafĂŠ, sighing at the rain still pouring down.
As he closed the door, he heard Lydia call out, âBye!â
Stood under the protection of the overhang, Phil opened his umbrella. The noise of the rain seemed to drown out the entire world. Just as Phil turned to walk down the street, he noticed someone sitting under the hangover, on the pavement, huddled against the building.
It was the boy from the cafĂŠ. Now that Phil got a closer look at him, however, he realised that this man was around his own age. He was curled into a ball, his shoulders seemed to be shaking slightly. His face was turned away from Phil but his hands were in his hair, tugging at it.
âSir are you okay?â Phil approached the huddled figure, âNo, of course you arenât. Stupid of me to ask. Do you need help?â
The man looked up. Tearstained blotchy cheeks and red-rimmed brown eyes stared up at Phil.
âC-could you help me up. I canât really feel my legs.â The manâs voice was quiet, nearly drowned out in the rain. He held out his hand for Phil to latch on to. Just as Phil was about to do just that, he noticed how the otherâs hands were shaking. He clasped their hands together and pulled it towards himself.
The man came up willingly, and even though when he stood at full height he was taller than Phil, he was light and easily pulled up for someone who didnât really work out.
When he stood on both his legs, they seemed to shake for a moment. Phil reached out his arm and wrapped it around the manâs waist for support.
âIâm Phil.â He said. He felt the strange urge to protect this man, who had been sitting so lonely on the pavement.
âIâm Dan, nice to meet you. Iâm sorry to inconvenience you.â Dan tried to push himself away from Philâs supporting arm, but the latter only tightened his hold, just enough to stop Dan from moving away.
âYou know, I love the rain, but hate how wet it makes me. I wish I could just look at the rain through a glass bubble,â Phil rambled.
âDo you have somewhere you need to be?â Phil asked, mildly concerned about this handsome stranger.
Dan shook his head softly. He kept his eyes slightly downcast, never quite looking Phil directly in the eye.
âDo you want to walk with me for a bit?â Phil offered. Dan nodded his head and let himself be led down the street.
He looked at the rain as they walked down the streets of London, moving away from the City towards the suburbs.
âYou know thatâs what windows are for, right.â Dan had dried his tears and was looking up at Phil, smiling with an amused glint in his eyes. His eyes still looked a little watery, and red, but they seemed to have regained a certain spark that wasnât there minutes before. âLooking outside without having to partake in it.â
They crossed the road, narrowly avoiding a car that ran a red light, but not without Dan loudly swearing at the driver.
âYouâre not taking me away to kill me, right?â he asked suspiciously, moving closer to Phil to avoid a large puddle. Only, instead of just gracefully sliding aside, he stumbled over his feet and tripped into the other. His chest collided painfully with Philâs boney shoulder.
âOuch!â Dan hissed, rubbing his sternum, more out of shock than out of pain. It seemed that he always got himself into awkward situations.
âOh, sorry. Are you okay?â Philâs hand shot up, only to retract hesitantly as to not touch a near stranger.
âYeah Iâm fine. Where are we going?â Dan was curious as to where Phil was leading him.
âWell Iâm cold and youâve been shivering the whole time. If you donât mind, Weâre on our way to my apartment.
As he looked sideways at Dan, he came to a halt in front of his apartment complex. He fumbled for his keys, his wet skinny jeans sticking to his legs.
The lock sprung open and a warm rush of air fell over the two men. âGod, this is what I needed!â Â
âMake yourself at home,âPhil said, directing Danâs attention to the comfortable-looking sofa in the living space. âIâll find you something dry to wear.â
Dan looked around the apartment. The walls were decorated with paintings and posters, each one nerdier than the last. This man seemed to be the perfect combination of good-looking and kind. He was handsome, with a frame that was perfectly proportioned. His black hair contrasted perfectly with his pale skin.
âSo I could only find my superman pyjamas and my emoji pyjamas. No judging, theyâre very soft. And clean.â
Dan laughed as the offensively yellow trousers were thrown towards his head. He accepted the tea Phil handed him and took a tentative sip to test the sweetness.
âPerfect.â He couldnât help but sigh, feeling warmth seep back into his body.
âIf you donât mind me asking, why were you crying earlier? You donât have to answer.â Phil was looking at him over the glasses heâd put on and⌠fuck. Dan was definitely fucked.
âNo itâs okay. It was shock more than the actual event. I was in the cafĂŠ with my parents and brother. They were visiting for the weekend. And I thought it was finally time to come out to them.â Dan sighed and took another sip of tea. âI really donât know what I was expecting. My dad has been openly homophobic as long as I can remember, and my mom comes from a conservative religious family. I knew their reaction wasnât going to be positive. I guess I feel worse because of my brother Alex. He just wants to start transitioning, but our parents would never allow it. Heâs almost done with high school and heâs going to move out here as soon as possible. He hates that our parents call him Alexandra and that his school doesnât recognise his preferred pronouns.â
For a while silence hung in the room. Dan sipped his tea and Phil looked at the man sitting on his couch. Phil nodded, encouraging Dan to continue.
âI guess something Iâm more worried about is how Iâm going to help him. Iâm 26, and still in university. How can I help him find a place?â
Dan looked at his phone, which he had placed on the table. The time it showed was 11:33 PM.
âShit, Iâm sorry for bothering you. Thank you for the tea and the pajama bottoms,â Dan said as jumped up from his place on the couch. He didnât really wanting to leave, but he felt like he had overstayed his welcome.
âWait! I want to give you my number. That way I can return your jeans once theyâre dry and you can give me back my pajamas. You can text me whenever. Iâll help you out. Or just talk to you.â
Phil put his phone number into Danâs phone, before handing it back to him, secretly feeling grateful that he had managed not to drop it.
âWhatâs your last name?âDan asked. âI have a Phil form uni in my phone and I donât want to confuse you two.â Dan didnât know why he felt so drawn to this guy, who he had met whilst crying in the rain. He was putting a lot of trust in a stranger.
âOh, I never told you. Itâs Lester, spelled L-E-S-T-E-R.â
The brunet hummed to himself. Funny, he thought heâd heard that name before. He shrugged it off, in favour of following Phil to the door.
âI hope to talk to you soon Dan. Goodnight, sleep tight.â Dan waved as this gorgeous man closed the doors, seeing the glimpses of a smile through the last crack of the door.
Now i know where iâve heard your name before. Youâre a radio presenter for BBC Radio 1.
You caught me! Radio presenter by day, taking care of cute guys at night!
Oops that came out wrong!
I meant cute boys like you. Giving them some tea.
âSmooth as always, Phil,â Phil thought to himself. He sat his phone down on the counter in favour of picking up his mug of coffee. After looking at his phone for a few more minutes he left to go to work.
He was supposed to be coming up with ideas for the next big show he was going to do, but he was getting distracted by Dan sending him pictures of dogs and memes throughout the day. Around 1:00pm, just as he was going on lunch break, an idea hit him like a ton of bricks.
He rushed back to his computer, frantically typing up the idea in a text document, before sprinting off to the lunchroom before the pizza was gone.
Cheer for all those who are queer!
âBeing LGBT+ isnât always easy. Youâre always going to have to fight against the people that wonât accept you for who you are. What can we do to help make it a little easier and no longer taboo?â
The description blinked back at Phil from the front page of the BBC Radio 1 website. His boss had approved the idea instantly, and told him to gather some people he wanted with him on stage. On his quest heâd ended up on YouTube, looking for some of the most significant British LGBT+ YouTubers. Heâd gathered a short list, and even got Tyler Oakley to fly out, who was more than happy to help Phil present.
There were just two people left on his list who he had to ask if they wanted to be there.
Dan burst out laughing as Phil fell off the track again. âHonestly, Phil, how can you be so bad at Mario Kart?â
Phil pouted at Dan as he crossed the finish line. âYouâre just too good at this game. I demand you play blindfolded next round.â He giggled as Dan pumped his arm in victory, as if it was such an unexpected outcome.
âKinky,â Dan muttered, âdidnât know you were into that kind of stuff. Iâll keep that in mind.â
Phil giggled with pink cheeks. âYou do that, bossy.â
This had been happening since they met. The playful comments and actions, borderline flirting, or even downright flirting. Little touches that sent sparks flying, comment that could only be interpreted in so many ways, and most of them not platonic.
Danâs phone dinged with Alexâs special ringtone. He picked up his phone from the couch, eyes skimming over the message .
âAlex asks if he can come by this weekend to check out some housing options. Would you be okay with that?â Dan looked up hesitantly. Theyâd planned to go to Infinity War on Saturday, and he hated having to blow off Phil.
âDan, of course thatâs okay. When are his exams over again? He can come down as soon as his last exam is over, and stay as long as he wants. I like him.â
Dan texted his brother that it was fine, before dropping his phone back on his lap. He worried his lip between his teeth. âPhil,â he said.
âHmm, what?â Phil hummed staring at the Television in concentration. His tongue was poking out slightly, and his eyes glinted with glee as he watched the Mario Kart characters race across the screen. (Dan had no idea how he missed Phil putting on a game of Mario Kart.)
âEarth to Dan? You look a little off. Are you feeling alright?â Philâs blue eyes were focused on Dan and fuck, couldnât he stop being so perfect for just one second. His face was so close.
âOh, just wanted to ask if itâs really fine. I know you really wanted to see Infinity War this weekend.â
Philâs face lit up as he smiled, oh so reassuring. âDan, I want to see Infinity War, yes. But, I also want to you to help your brother,â he said softly. âI did want to ask, when Alex is done with school is he moving out here before his graduation ceremony?â
A giggle fell from Danâs lips, unexpected and high-pitched. âYes he is, just wants go back for graduation and then leave Wokingham behind. Why do you ask?â he looked into those blue eyes with a curious look on his face.
âNo reason, just asking.â
After this admittedly strange exchange, they both returned their attention back to Free! where Haruka was about to dive into the pool.
âDo you see Alex? What am I saying, you havenât met him, how would you know what he looks like. God, I hope he didnât miss the train. What if he got stuck somewhere halfway...â Dan was rambling, so obviously nervous for nothing. He was running his hands through his hair, tugging on it to.
âDan, calm down. Alex texted you ten minutes ago that he was almost here. The train hasnât been announced yet. Heâll be fine. Heâs a smart guy. Just take a breath.â Phil gently pulled Danâs hands away from his head.
To anyone else on the station, they looked like a couple. Standing close, in their own bubble. Reading into each other, and responding perfectly. Alex observed them from a little ways away. Danâs brother seemed so happy, for the first time in a long time. Alex didnât want their bubble to burst, but it was pretty busy on the platform and he was in the way.
âDan! Over here!â he waved his arms in the air, for emphasis. Dan looked up in shock, a blush rising on his cheeks. He smiled wildly when he met Alexâ eyes. He sprinted to him, and hugged him to his chest. Their difference in height was almost comical. Dan stood at 1.91 meters and Alex stood at a mere 1.55 meters.
Phil approached slowly, giving the two brothers some time alone. The scene was a sight to see, two people so similar in appearance standing in the middle of the station. This morning when theyâd left for the station, Phil had brought his camera, for no particular reason. Now it seemed more than just a whim or coincidence.
He took the camera and zoomed in slightly, focussing on the two brothers embracing in the crowd. He made a mental note to edit the picture to make the people surrounding them blur.
âDid you just take a picture of us?â Dan looked at him, having just released his brother. He was grinning at Phil, an arm still slung over his brotherâs shoulder.
âAlex, meet Phil, who takes pictures of people instead of properly greeting them. Phil, this is Alex, who youâve already scared off.â
Alex grinned, and held out his hand for Phil to shake. âDonât worry, I lived with Dan when he was in his emo phase. Nothing can scare me anymore. Except maybe when he made his first skirt, and it ripped whilst we were visiting our grandma. He was just standing there, in his undies, completely mortified. Best day of my life!â
Dan was blushing furiously now, and hit Alex in the arm repeatedly. He attempted to say âshut upâ over the other twoâs laughter. Eventually giggles started escaping from his mouth too.
âCome on, we have a lot to do today.â Phil lifted the bags and started towards the exit of the station.
âSo, Daniel, when where you going to tell me you found a man? Thought I raised you better than this.â Alex grinned devilishly. He dodged the half-arsed punch his brother threw at his shoulder. He turned left to the apartment they were viewing.
âShut up! He is not my man. As much as I want to...â Dan was interrupted by his brotherâs scream. He turned in concern, only to see his brother staring at him with a look of utter joy.
âYou like him! Oh I am going to have the greatest time here!â Alex stopped when they reached the right address. The apartment complex was rundown, trash was resting against the wall.
âAlex, I donât think youâll want to live here. The wall over there says âQueers must Die!â. This is not the right place for you.â Dan stirred them around and away from the building. Looking around the neighbourhood, it seemed like those type of exclaims were all over the buildings.
âWell, then I have nowhere to go. This is the only thing I can afford near campus. Dan, what am I going to do?â Alex looked a little panicked. His breathing picked up in speed, and his legs grew a little weak. âI canât go back to mum and dad. They want a daughter, Iâm not their daughter. I donât want to be seen as their daughter.â His hands were in his hair, tugging on the strands that came out from under his beanie.
âAlex, breathe. Itâs going to be okay. Weâll find a way. You will never have to feel like that again. Come on, weâre going to Philâs and relaxing for the rest of the night.â Dan led him to the nearest tube station, rubbing his back soothingly. Alex had been having panic attacks since he was in his early teens. Dan came to know that it was mostly induced by his dysphoria.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, sending a text to Phil that they were on their way. He didnât know why, but he felt he needed to go to Philâs house, not his own home. Heâd been spending so much time there, it almost felt like a second home.
Is everything okay? Thought you were going to be out till late checking out houses. 1.36 PM
Phil, always so considerate, always so wonderful. Dan really was fucked.
Text me when youâre near. Iâll get the snacks and movie set up. 1.38 PM
About five minutes away. Thank you. 1.41 PM
They were settled on the couch, all eyes on the television. Occasionally the crackling of a crisps bag sounded, or the crunching of crisps sounded in the room.
The peace was disrupted by Danâs phone ringing. He picked up the call. After a rushed conversation, Dan stood up rapidly. He looked a little frantic. âThat was one of my classmates. I share a workspace with him at Ravensbourne. Someone spilled coke over my final project. I have to go see if I can save it, otherwise Iâm fucked.â
He was out of the flat in minutes, mumbling about stupid first years. Phil and Alex looked at one another one the couch, mostly confused. Phil reached for the remote and paused the movie.
âSo you do have any more embarrassing stories about Dan that I can tease him about? I need some good material.â
Alex grinned wickedly. He looked so much like Dan, it was almost scary. He launched into stories about Danâs teenage years.
âSo, at eighteen, our parents wanted Dan to study law at Manchester. He didnât agree and when he said he was going to Manchester to apply, he was actually on his way to Ravensbourne University, London. By the time our parents found out, he was well into his second year, and had a very promising internship at a fashion design company. Our parents were never the most involved parents out there, but they cared. It wasnât until they found out about Danâs ambition that it took a turn for the worse. They nearly cut all contact with him. During that time, I started living outside of our home more and more. I slept over at friends, family and tried to be home as little as possible.â Alex took a deep breath. Somehow theyâd ended up talking about the Howell siblingsâ parental situation.
âDan reached out to me, and begged me not to say a word to our parents. He helped me discover me, and came up with the name Alex. Then, half a year ago, mum and dad reached out to Dan. they wanted to catch up with him. So we set up a day where we would come down to London. Thatâs how we ended up at the cafĂŠ. Then Dan came out, and everything crashed. Iâm not allowed to go out, and they are convinced Iâm in Liverpool with one of my friends to look into the university options. Dan gave me an out. He gave me a way to freedom. But my finances are in the way. The neighbourhood thatâs close to my new school is homophobic, has slurs written on every wall. Itâs the only place I can afford that is within traveling distance.â
A silence fell over the two. Phil was racking his brain. There was something on the edge of his brain, an idea forming gradually.
âI might have just found a way to solve your housing problem. I have three bedrooms in this flat. I donât know why I ever bought it. I wanted to turn one into an office, but that wasnât necessary. One of them is a guest bedroom, and one is just empty. Iâve been thinking about getting a flatmate. I just donât want a stranger living with me. Would you maybe move in? If you want you can pay some sort of cost of living.â
Before the last sentence was properly out of his mouth, Alex launched himself across the couch and threw his arms around Phil.
âThank you! Thank you so much! God, you donât know how good a person you are.â
Phil blushed and hugged the boy back. âI do want to ask you something else, but Iâll wait until Dan gets back.â
As if on cue the front door opened. (Phil had given Dan a spare key because Philâs tendency to lose his keys occurred frequently.) Dan shouted out âIâm backâ and let the door fall in the lock.
âSo I managed to save my garment, and not kill the first year who spilled the coke. Are you proud of me yet?â he came into the lounge, hair tousled like when he ran his hands through it too much. Why did Phil now that heâd done that. Maybe because heâd seen him do it so much. He looked exhausted, and frankly, kind of adorable.
âDan! Right on time. Phil has offered to take me in as flatmate. Also he wanted to ask us both something, so shut up and sit down.â Alex pushed his brother down on the sofa between himself and Phil.
âSo, Iâm working on a new project at the BBC. They want me to host a special, and I can decide what itâs about. Iâve got an idea set up, and invited several guests to be there too. Wait I have the website on my laptopâŚâ Phil fumbled around with his laptop for a few minutes before turning the screen towards the two Howells.
Cheer for all those who are queer!
Danâs breath hitched, and then he looked up at Phil. âyou invited UKâs most well-known LGBT+ YouTubers, and theyâre going to be there to speak?! Thatâs amazing Phil, congrats!â
Phil swallowed and smiled gratefully at Dan. âI want to start the conversation on acceptance from family and how this is a topic thatâs kept under wraps. I wanted to ask you two if you want to accompany me, talk about your personal situation, and help me present the whole thing. I never had to deal with unaccepting parents. When I came out as bisexual, they were accepting. I donât want to be /that/ person that gives tips whilst knowing absolutely nothing.â Phil took another deep breath.
âSo would you do me the honour of presenting âCheer for all those who are Queer!â with me?â
Dan looked between the screen and Phil, mouth gaping. âYou want me, a fashion major, who is the most unknown person in Britain, to host a radio special?! You are insane! Yes, Iâll do it.â
Alex looked up hesitantly. âIâd love to, but when is the special. I canât do it before graduation. Mum and dad donât know yet.â
âThatâs why I asked my boss if I could do it after your official graduation. He agreed. We can get you settled and then weâll do the actual special.â Phil smiled oh so softly, eyes shining.
Before anything else could be said or done, Dan tackled Phil into a hug, throwing them both onto the side of the sofa unoccupied. Alex wolf whistled loudly, but Dan ignored it in favour of saying what heâd been thinking for a while now.
âPhil, you are the best person Iâve met in a long time. God, what would we Howells do without you? I love you.â
Dan stiffened, his hold on Phil going tense. Alex coughed and Phil grew still. After a short, tense silence, Phil exhaled slowly.
âI love you too.â It was soft, barely above a whisper. Slowly, they pulled back from the hug. Dan turned to look at Alex, only to see him munching on crisps whilst staring at them.
Suddenly laughter bubbled up in Danâs throat. He barked out a half laugh, before properly dissolving into laughter. Alex nearly choked on his crisps before succumbing to the laughter to it too.
Phil looked between the two Howell brothers, amused yet confused. His grin turned into little giggles which eventually grew into full on laughter.
Later in the night, they were watching Ant-man. Phil yawned discreetly, at least what he thought was discreetly. But Dan caught him out on it, only he was judging to soon, as before he could say anything he yawned with his mouth wide open.
âYou guys can crash here. Iâm not letting you get on the Tube at this hour of the night. Alex Iâll show you what will be your bedroom. Dan, I havenât cleaned the guest bedroom in a while, so you can take my bed and Iâll sleep on the sofa.â Phil got up and gathered the dirty dishes stashed on the coffee table. Dan swiftly got up to help him. Alex was half asleep, mumbling something about making things tiny.
âAbsolutely not! You cannot sleep on that sofa. Weâll share the bed. I donât mind at all.â He put force behind his words by setting down the dirty dishes, maybe a tad too hard. He turned to Phil, who had turned on the tab to start the dishes. Dan lay a hand on his, and pushed the tab closed.
âAnd you are not doing the dishes right now. Weâll do it in the morning, together. I helped create the dishes, after all.â
Phil just smiled at the man in front of him, looking so different from the one heâd met in front of the cafĂŠ three months ago. His smiled reached his eyes, dimples were etched into his cheeks. He stood up straight, shoulders right and an air of confidence about him that seemed to make him glow.
Phil step forward and pulled him in for a hug. They stood there with their arms around one another for a while. Eventually Dan pulled away, immensely reluctant to release Philâs warm body.
âCome on, you look like youâre going to fall asleep right here. Letâs go to bed.â
Dan found that he couldnât defy the softly spoken command.
As the night passed Dan turned from his side of Philâs bed to the warm body next to him. He had always been a sucker for spooning.
When Phil woke up he felt warm. No, not warm, hot almost uncomfortably so. Almost, but not quite, because of the amazing smell and the soft puffs of air that touched Philâs face. His arms were wrapped around Dan who was sprawled out partly on top and partly against his side, in a weird way. Somehow, it was comfortable, because he was fast asleep and occasionally hummed under his breath.
Phil laid there, content to be in this moment. He felt so much for the man that sleeping so close to him. He wanted him to have everything he needed.
After a while of Phil creepily staring, Dan started to wake up. First his humming became more of a soft groaning, then he started to breathe deeper.
âGood morning, handsome.â Phil didnât know where the nickname had come form, but he damn sure didnât regret it.
âMmm, right back at you,â Dan mumbled, face now pressed directly into Philâs bare chest. Phil slept without a shirt most nights, except when it was freezing out.
He looked up from his comfortable spot, into Philâs bright eyes, intensified by the morning sun coming in.
âGod, can you not look so beautiful when you wake up?!â Dan sounded almost offended, yet it was massively outweighed by the fondness and utter adoration in his voice.
âSays the model. You look like youâre doing a photoshoot, not like youâve just woken up. I just want to kiss the sleep off your face.â
Danâs breathing hitched. âWhatâs stopping you? Not me.â
Phil leaned forward and captured Danâs lips between his own. Like everything else about the blue-eyed man, his lips were soft and warm, delicate and somehow even caring.
A whine left Danâs throat before he responded, if a bit too eager. Phil slowed him back down, till they were kissing softly, dare Dan say, lovingly.
Their lips disconnected, but before either could pull away completely, Phil pecked Danâs lips once. âWe should get up. I want a good bowl of cereal.â
So they wandered into the kitchen. Dan decided to let Alex sleep for a little bit. He deserved it.
Sat at Philâs kitchen table, spooning cereal, whilst occasionally smiling at Phil, made Dan feel so warm inside.
âSo, I wanted to ask you. Would you want to be my boyfriend?â Phil smiled slightly as he asked.
Dan dropped his spoon into the bowl, staring up in awe at his friend... no boyfriend. âYes. God Iâve wanted to hear that so bad.â He reached for Philâs hand across the table and smiled fondly at him.
âUgh, gross! Get a room you two.â Alex stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a mixture of amusement and disinterest on his face.
âGood afternoon Britain, and welcome to BBC Radio One. Iâm Phil Lester and Iâll be hosting a special event today. âCheer for all those who are Queer!â. Presenting alongside me are Dan Howell and Alex HowellâŚ.â
Dan smiled at his boyfriend as he chatted away to a room full of people, and a large portion of the population of Britain.