(Phil's POV)

I laid awake that night just thinking about the earlier events. I was going to get surgery, the body I also felt that I was. It was such a gorgeous miracle, the thought of finally feeling free from this prison I call my body. I was lying in Dan's bed, him next to me sleeping quietly. I had spent the night at his and Chris's flat, thinking about how I was going to tell my mom. I knew she wouldn't except me so  I would end up having to move out, but how do I tell her? Do I even tell her?

"What are you thinking about?"

I jumped a little as I hadn't noticed Dan waking up. His voice was deep and tired and it was sexy, not going to lie. I erased the thought from my mind and responded, "Everything." He said, "If you're planning on elaborating, that would be great." I know he meant well when he said that, his concern glazed over his sarcasm.

"Well, I don't regret agreeing to get the transition done because I do want it done and I am ready. It's just... How do I go about talking to my mother about it? When I told her I was transgender, she didn't accept me and told me if I ever brought it up again, she'd kick me out. I know that if I go through with the transitioning, I'll have to move out and I don't even know where to start," I looked down, biting my lip to try not to cry in confusion and frustration. Dan rolled over to face me as I was facing him and lifted my chin up with his finger.

"Listen, Phil. If you want to wait, you can. If you want to talk to her tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, even, Phil, it doesn't matter. This offer will always be there. If you want to tell her alone, that's fine, but if you need me to be there for moral support, I will be there. Phil, we can do this, together," Dan said.
"Together," I repeated, looking deep into Dan's eyes. They looked bright even in the darkened room. I was looking at Dan's eyes, really looking, for the first time, and I realized his eyes weren't brown. It was a color that had never existed before, even. It was the smell of freshly baked cookies, the sound of fire crackling in the fireplace. His eyes were all things warm and beautiful and comforting, and I could get lost in them for eternities.

We both started leaning in and before I knew what was happening, our lips connected in a soft and gentle kiss as I wrapped my arms around Dan's waist and his around my neck. After a few blissful seconds, he pulled away, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You probably don't like me and even if you didn't you probably don't need this —" I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his and this time, I was the one to pull away. I said, "Dan... I do like you a lot, I do want to go out with you. If you agree to be my boyfriend, I only have one request." Dan immediately said, "Phil, you know I'd do anything for you." I smiled gratefully before saying, "I'm really stressed out at the moment and I have a lot of things on my plate. I need you to not take it personally if I don't spend a lot of time on this relationship during this period. Of course, I want it to grow, but I need to sort my family out and once I've told them and they've either calmed down or thrown me out, I'll put everything I have into us. I just need you to understand that."
Dan nodded, "I understand that, one hundred percent. You take as long as you need, we don't even have to be official if you'd rather wait." I smiled shyly, saying, "No, I can still make a little time to call you mine."

He smiled and blushed at my comment before I continued, "With that being said, I have an important question." He raised an eyebrow in question and I asked,"Will you, Daniel James Howell, be my boyfriend?" He smiled, "It would be a honor."

I smiled and kissed him again. We both fell asleep after that, comfortable in each other's arms. With his arms around me, I felt safe, like the world couldn't hurt me no matter how hard it tried. For the first time, I felt like tomorrow would be a better day.