Steal My Heart ~Amazing Phil Fanfic

Chapter 1

Another day, another meaningless, blank day. I'm an unemployed 22 year old with no prospects and no unique features. Hi... I guess, my name's Sarah and to say that I'm depressed would be the understatement of the century. I'm not pretty, I have naturally light brown hair that I died purple and blue eyes, those were the only two features that I liked about my self. I hated my body (especially my stomach and legs) I'm 5"6 and 8 stone 4 pounds but my body is curvy in all the wrong places. The only talent I have is playing the guitar although I am okay at makeup since I practice everyday covering my scars. Playing guitar is how I make my living. Busking on the cold, hard streets of London, Westminster to be exact as that's where most naive tourists end up.

As you can probably tell, I'm very cynical, I have been since the age of 11 when my dad left me and my mother took to alcohol to solve her problems. She never hurt me if that's what was implied. More just being an emotional wreck and would rely on my shoulder to cry on. However 4 years later she finally found a partner, Jay. Don't get me wrong he was a lovely man but after him, my mum wouldn't care when I came down from my room with bandages on my arms covered my copious amounts of hoodies. She was too busy talking to Jay or sleeping.

Any way  

back to present, I slowly dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower, twisting the handles on the wall to resemble somewhat molten lava, it's just how I like my showers. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down my bare back, instantly softening my hair resulting in what could resemble an amethyst waterfall. The shower is the one place where I can relax but after loitering in the shower for twenty minutes without doing anything except standing, I thought I should get out so I can try and make some money.

After around twenty minutes I was ready, I had my guitar on my back (the one I had since I was 12) and the bag that it was in to put on the ground to collect pennies and the occasional pound coin that was thrown at me like an animal. At least it wasn't raining like yesterday. Well not yet anyway.

Phil's P.O.V 

I looked up at the sky on the way to the coffee shop, my roommate drank all of the instant coffee yesterday but he had a caffeine crash and was still sleeping so he couldn't go get anymore, it was quicker to go the Starbucks down the road than traipse all the way to the supermarket two blocks away. As I slowly walked up to the building a soft melody flowed through my ears, I looked around to find a stunning girl, no younger than 20, playing the guitar. My first thought was 'wow that girl is talented' and the second thought was 'wow she was beautiful' her hair was a dark purple that perfectly accentuated her bright blue eyes that resembled the sea on a summers day and were delicately lined with black. Her lips were a rosy pink with a slight shimmer that spread across them as she pursed them down at her acoustic guitar. There was only one word to describe her. Stunning. Her clothes were equally as remarkable. Nothing skimpy or reveling but gorgeous all all the same - a bright purple T-Shirt with skeletal hands printed on her chest which complimented her hair beautifully with black skinny jeans and purple doc martens that were accompanied by a large khaki parker coat which I presumed was to keep her warm when sitting down.

After she finished the chord that ended her song. She's started to play a song that I knew all too well 'Never Shout Never's can't stand it' I thought as she quietly yet passionately sang the lyrics with the hum of the guitar. I couldn't stop staring at her. I probably looked like an idiot as I sat back on one of the cold steel chairs with my coffee in one hand and the other in my pocket as I grinned madly in her direction. For a moment I saw her eyes flicker from her guitar to me which seen shivers down my spine but she quickly averted her glance and swiftly focused on her guitar again. But for a brief moment I swear I was her lips form a small smile but that was quickly diminished when an oaf of a man spat at the ground straight in front of her  

"Scum" he snarled as he walked away looking all high and mighty. I have never wanted to hit someone so bad but that as not the Phil that anyone knew, including myself so I restrained the urge and ever so cautiously approached her.

Sarah's P.O.V

As soon as that pink flabby excuse of a man waltzed past me after spitting and snarling at me, I felt rage boil inside of me at the pit of my stomach but nevertheless I continued playing my favourite song. However when I sensed a presence nearing me I couldn't help. But stop and look at who they were. A tall, ebony haired male with ivory hued skin towered above me, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties and although I don't like to admit it, he as very attractive. His crystal blue eyes burned deep into mine as I gulped. He wasn't weirdly close to me, leaving a good three foot between us but I felt very small in comparison as I was still sitting on the cold floor. 

"Erm... Hi?" I spoke with question. 

"Hi," is all he could respond with. After about seconds of awkward silence he managed to speak again "I'm Phil, you are?" 

"Sarah, Phil is there anything you want or do you just want to stand there" I replied.