Spring Rain {Dan & Phil AU}

Chapter Six

A/N: So sorry I haven't updated (not that anyone is really reading this aha).

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Phil's POV

"Philip, sweetie," My mother called from downstairs. "Will you run an errand for me?" I groaned, as it was Tuesday and I wasn't planning on doing anything but sit in bed and watch Buffy on Netflix. I sulked downstairs and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. She smiled at me and put the spatula down next to the stove. "I'm making omelets, do you want one?" I nodded and crossed over to the fridge, grabbing cheese and parsley. We've always have the same ingredients in omelets.

"What did you need me to do, Mum?" I asked, handing her the cheese.

"I need you to stop by the store for me for dinner," She said. "A family of three are moving in next door, the mother, Charlene Howell, and her two kids are coming over for dinner tomorrow. I think she has a son who's close to your age. Be nice to him will you?" She gave me a pointed look. I rolled my eyes but nodded. Why not? She got back to making omelets and I sat at the breakfast bar and watched her cook.

"Do you need any help cooking?" I asked her.

"No, but you can go ahead and pour drinks," She said, motioning to the fridge. I got back up and pulled out the milk, then looked behind some things and turned back to her.

"There's no orange juice," I said to her. Mum turned back to grab a plate and peeked in the fridge.

"That's okay," She said. "You can get some when you're at the store." I nodded, and poured our milk in the glasses Mum had already pulled out. She set the plates on the breakfast bar between us. She scraped the omelets off the pan and placed them carefully on the plates and turned the stove off, putting the hot pan in the sink to cool off. I garnished my omelet with parsley, a habit we've had from when I was a kid. I dug in and it was delicious, as always.

"Mmm, thanks, Mum," I said. My mother smiled at me and nodded. We ate in silence, but I could see her glance at me every so often. She was leaning over the counter, her head down, but I've learned to feel people's eyes on me. As I finished my omelet, I saw her glance up at me again.

"Is there something you need?" I asked her, looking at her head on. She swallowed her omelet piece and nodded.

"Phil, I know you're an adult and you can do whatever you want to, but I think you should move out," I opened my mouth in shock, but she held up a hand. "Listen first, then talk." I closed my mouth. "I have no problem with you living here. But I don't want you to be the kid who brings their dates back to their parent's house, I don't want you to be the one who stays in their parent's house until they're thirty. You need to find someone, buy a flat, and live together."

"Mum, last time I tried that, I was with Winston," I said sadly. She nodded and placed a small hand on my larger ones.

"I know that," Mum sighed. I did as well. "But that was how long ago? I understand you miss him still, and he was a great friend to you, but you should meet someone else and get a flat." I sighed again, and pulled my hands into my lap.

"I don't know if I'm ready or not,"

"Well, the Howells have a son about your age," She said. "The new neighbors. Apparently the parents are divorcing, and the mom is going to be permanently next door. The daughter's a twelve year, but she'll only be visiting. The son is out of school. You two could move in together." I shrugged. Maybe I would, and we could be friends. We could be friends, and watch TV and cook together and be friends. I hadn't had a friend in a long time, and Winston was my only close friend. I wouldn't get too close to this Howell kid, but we'd be good friends. The want for a friend grew the more I thought about it.

"Sure," I said, surprising myself and my mom. "I'll meet him, and if he's cool, we'll find somewhere to move in together." She smiled widely.

"Great! Oh, honey, I'm so excited for you!" I rolled my eyes at her and stood up, grabbing my plate and hers.

"I'll clean up then I'll go to the store. Will you write me a list?" She smiled and nodded. I knew she appreciated it when I cleaned up and I wanted to be on her good side in case anything bad happened with the Howell kid. Mom walked over to the little office space by our kitchen and grabbed some paper and a pen. As I was loading the dishwasher and humming the Buffy theme song, she started writing down a list of groceries to get at the store. She finished before I did and slid the paper across the counter to me.

"Here you go, honey," She smiled at me gratefully and thanked me as she kissed my cheek and walked out of the kitchen. When I finished, I slipped on my shoes and made my way to the garage and left for Tesco.

a/n: i'm writing a liam fanfic, called Behind the Mic, go check it out :)