The Sock Fic (A Phan Story)

EPILOGUE

It was mid-july in Hyde Park on a Sunday. Dan Howell and Phil Lester had been at the corner in the morning and now sitting on a bench eating sandwiches. They were talking about a young, blonde girl who they had seen talking that morning about how corrupt the media was. 

"Um, hello? My name is Tulah and I am a HUGE fan!" said a tall-ish, long-haired girl, walking up to them.

She was in a group. A tall girl with the best hair ever, a freckled boy with slightly gelled hair, a shorter girl with longer, brown hair and a great smile, a dark-skinned girl who seemed like a boss as soon as anyone saw her and the same girl they had seen that morning, speaking.

"We're all big Danosaurs and Phillions," they all said, smiling.

"Hello!" Dan said awkwardly.

"Hey," said Phil, "I liked your talk this morning."

"Thanks. I'm Roanna by the way."

They all hugged and got a couple of selfies in as well.

"Hey, erm, Becky, isn't it?" asked Phil to the tall one, whispering slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Could you just hold that camera there? Just hit record and I'll edit it later. OK?"

"Uh... Sure!" She took the camera and stood to one side, holding it up. Dan stood up looking eager to leave.

"Just one sec," said Phil, rummaging around in the bag. He pulled out a small box. Dan was already standing up and the camera was recording. Perfect.

He got down on one knee. "Daniel James Howell, will you marry me?"

Dan istantly burst into tears and laughter at the same time and slipped the silver ring onto his left fourth finger saying "Yes, yes, of course!"

The entire group began smiling and clapping and cheering. Dan helped Phil to his feet and they kissed, a gentle breeze blowing their hair to one side, the sun setting behind them on that perfect summer's day, surrounded by people who loved them.