Deja vu (phanfic) DISCONTINUED

Part 3 ~ PSL? PSL.

    Dan woke the next morning with the sun shining into his eyes from the window and a stiff neck from falling asleep at his laptop.  He blinked sleepily into the watery sunlight, glancing up to check the time.  8 am.  He groaned, stretching as he stood up.  He knew he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep again, no matter how exhausted he was.  Anyway, this was as good an opportunity as ever to go out and get Trish's birthday presents, since her fourth birthday was maybe a month away.  He had responsibilities.  He laughed to himself at that.  He was DanIsNotOnFire, Internet Cult Leader.  Who would ever have thought that he'd ever have to be a responsible adult?      

    At least, that's maybe who he used to be.  Since he'd long ditched his YouTube career due to certain previously mentioned events, now he was just Dan Howell.  The thought saddened him, and he found his mind yet again wandering back to Phil, and all the memories they'd left behind in their London apartment.  Wait, stop.  He couldn't keep on thinking about that.  It was like he was mourning over Phil or something.  He shook his head free of these thoughts, thinking to himself, No, I'd finished mourning over Phil a long time ago...

    No.  No.  Phil wasn't dead.  He'd seen him just yesterday, for Christ's sake!  Yeah, for the first time in four years...

    It was just a shock, that was all.  That explained why his thoughts kept on finding a way back to the man with raven-black hair and sapphire-blue eyes.  The man he used to call his best friend.

    Dan shook his head again, stumbling into the bathroom and getting a shower to wake himself up.  He dried his hair, leaving it wavy - laziness overriding the embarrassment of having his dreaded "hobbit hair" for a day - and dressed quickly, managing to leave the house while it was still reasonably early.  Sitting at the back of the bus going into the centre, he smiled for the first time in what felt like a while.  Just the feeling of routine, of doing something normal, something that didn't somehow draw his mind back to Phil, made him feel much better.

    If only it would stay that way.  But it seemed that fate had another idea in mind for the two past aquaintances.

    It was his fault, really.  He wasn't looking where he was going, he was distracted by his phone, he probably should've crossed the road there instead of walking on ahead... 

    "SORRY SORRY OH CRAP I'M SO SORRY!" The man cried, scrambling to his feet, holding out a hand to Dan to help him up.  "Are you okay?  I didn't mean to walk into you, I wasn't looking where I was going-" 

    Dan laughed lightly.  "That's fine, honestly, it was my fault, it's okay."  He grabbed the offered hand, pulling himself up from the pavement, glancing up to see the man's familiar bright blue eyes staring into his own worriedly.  "Oh... uh, Phil..."

    "Dan!"  Recognition startled him for a moment, until his face split into a smile at the sight of his old best friend.  "We seem to keep on bumping into each other, huh?  Weird," he giggled.  That laugh.  I recognise that laugh.  The one he'd always save for me, when we were filming together, or out together.  That was my Phil's laugh.
   
    Slightly breathless, he nodded in reply.  "Yeah... weird.  Sorry, I still can't believe it, I haven't seen you in so long, I just... it's a bit surreal, I guess."  Phil's face fell slightly, but he fixed his smile quickly and laughed again in agreement.  "There's a Starbucks over there... if you want... it's just, I haven't talked to you in ages and... we can... I mean, do you want to-" Dan stuttered out.

    "Get coffee?" Phil finished, and Dan nodded again, relieved.  How does this guy make me so nervous?  "Yeah, sure!" Phil replied, leading the way, leaving Dan internally cringing at his awkwardness.  He caught up to Phil quickly, and the two walked together.