Summary: Phil says he likes to take pictures of art. Dan knows this, but he doesn’t know the full extent of it. Not until he goes over to Phil’s flat for the first time and sees that his walls are covered in it.
A/N: I had this urge to write this fic SO BADLY. It was all I could think about while trying to write my other ones…but this one is a lot shorter and simpler and took me no time to write! I hope you like it:)
Warnings: Fluff that makes me even want to barf
Word Count: 3,599
Phil had always been a huge nerd when it came to art. To him, art came in many forms. Most people associated the word with paintings and sculptures, but with Phil, art was anything he found beautiful. He often told his boyfriend he was a work of art, though his boyfriend liked to beg to differ.
“What are you taking a picture of now?” Dan asked from beside him. Dan lay on the warm grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky. That was always something Dan liked to do: study the sky and the Earth.