True lies - phan fiction

Fashionably late

//AN: so I'm really enjoying writing this fic and my others kind of felt like an effort to update but I enjoy this one so yeah //

Phil's POV:

I grabbed my briefcase and neatened my tie. I locked the door and ran to the station. Wow I should sleep more. I finally reached the station and bought a mocha from Starbucks, mm caffeine does the trick. Ok so my train is on time and I'm one minuet early. I read to myself as I scanned the board.

I walked over to platform two and stood behind the yellow line as I waited that long minuet.

The train pulled up to the station and made that stupid noise that just reminded me of these tiring mornings.
As I stepped on to the train I scanned the Carriage for seats. No luck.

I stood near the doors with a bunch of people that probably haven't showered in weeks.

I could reply to tweets but they are all kind of personal. The tweets would be from fans and, well YouTube is a secret at work so it makes sense to hide it from random strangers I guess...

I wished to be one day happy.
Not that I'm unhappy I just feel lien there's a few pieces of my life missing. Well, I'm hardly even an adult I guess. Well I am.

I got of the train and began to trek through the chaotic mess of the London Underground.

I shoved my way through to the jubilee line and finally got off. Now a five minute walk.

I finally reached the office and sat in my usual spot.
I sipped the last bit of substance from my Starbucks and threw it in my corner bin.
Another wasted day I guess.

I heard the coffee guy walking round, I'd spoken to Steve every now and then but he's not my type to be honest. Not that I expected the coffee guy at my office to be my type but wow I'm going to stop.

"Usual Steve" I called when I heard a knock at my office.
"I.. Um well..."
I turned round to see a brown haired teen in the corner of my office. Not Steve.
"Oh! Hi I'm Phil" why did I introduce myself wow awkward off the scale Phil.
"What's the usual" The boy questioned me looking awkward.
"Double espresso, what's your.."
"Dan, I'm Dan" Dan, I guess, replied.

Dan was stunning.
Dan was my type.