(Dan is terrified by BOTDF)

“PHIL!” I screeched, horrified by what I saw on the screen. I heard Phil’s footsteps draw closer, heavy thuds on the ground. I realised too late that he probably wasn’t going to take me seriously. He barged through the door, his eyes wide with worry.
“DAN, ARE YOU O- there’s nothing wrong, is there?”
What?
“Phil, look!” I stammered, pointing at the screen. There was two men with crappy scene haircuts and bad fashion sense. I had paused it so that the horrific music couldn’t be heard as well.
“And?” Phil asked, not quite understanding why I kept pushing the point.
“It’s Blood On The Dance Floor!” I cried, the name rolling off my tongue like poison.
“Dan, I like BOTDF.” Phil said.
Oh dear god.

(Truck Stop Blues- New Found Glory)

I opened up Skype, and waited to see Dan online. Once his name popped up, I started a video call. A few seconds later, it connected.
“Hey Phil.” he rasped. His eyes were red and his face was blotchy.
“Are you ok?” I asked. He shook his head vigorously.
“Come home.” he cried. I looked away from the screen, holding back tears of my own. I knew Dan got vulnerable when I left, but there was nothing I could do. My job kept me away for months on end.
“Next week Dan, I promise.” I sighed. He sniffed, wiping away his tears.
“How long will you be back for?” he asked, and I had to hold back tears again. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was shipped off again.
“I don’t know.” I whispered. I heard footsteps come to the door, and knew I was about to be called back to do some boring task, “I have to go Dan, they’re calling me back again.”
“I love you.” he whimpered, and I couldn’t help but finally let some of my tears over.
“I love you too.” I sighed, pressing disconnect.

(C’mon C’mon- One Direction)

I didn’t want to go to this stupid bar and Caroline, my date, knew it. She had quickly run off to find someone else to suck face with all night. When she asked me, she obviously didn’t know I was gay, and I was too scared to say no. I sighed, resting my back against the bar, letting my fringe fall into my face. No way would anyone in this place go for me. Not even the girls. I scanned the room, finding a guy who looked similar to me in the distance. From what I could see, he had a similar haircut, which shone under the lights. I’m sure it was black. His clothing style was interesting for this kind of bar, but also close to mine. A red and black plaid shirt with skinnies and red Vans. He was hunched over, and looked shy. All of this made him look slightly adorable. I downed the last of my drink, and headed over to him.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” he muttered, hiding his eyes behind his hair.
“So how come someone like you doesn’t have girls swarming all over you?” I asked, and he chuckled, his thin frame shaking.
“Because they know I don’t like them.”
“Too slutty?”
“No, I just don’t like them. Although, before we continue this conversation, I must comment on the lack of hot guys here tonight. I‘ve only seen one.” he smiled, finally looking at me. His blue eyes sparkled, and I knew the hot guy comment was meant for me.
Oh.
“I’m Dan.” I smiled, offering him my hand.
“Phil.” he smiled, shaking it with slight intensity.
“Want to dance?” I asked. His smile grew huge, and he took my hand.
“Yep!” he laughed, dragging me behind him to the dance floor.