flowers for a boy (a dan and phil fanfiction)

flowers for a boy

Based off of a tumblr prompt.

Dan's lower lip aches from worrying it between his teeth, but he can't seem to stop biting it as he approaches the restaurant. It's a nice place, really – a small sandwich place not too far from his flat – but he's a little too nervous and a little too irritated to care. If he's told her once, he's told Louise a thousand times that he doesn't need her help with dating, that if he's going to find any kind of romance it's going to be on his own time, but she refuses to listen.

And that's why he's here, at Sam's Sandwiches and Soup (a name with too much alliteration, if you ask him), about to meet some girl that Louise has set him up with on a blind date.

"Good evening, honey," says the hostess cheerfully when he enters, making him flush. "Are you here alone this evening?"

"Uh, no," Dan says, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "I'm, um, sort of on a blind date. I'm Dan Howell...?"

The hostess brightens a little. "Are you with a Miss Rebecca Levi?"

"That's her," Dan says, nodding with hopefully more confidence than he feels.

"Right this way, sir," the hostess tells him, and Dan follows her to a table near the back, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

The girl sitting at the table looks up at him and simply raises one eyebrow, looking rather unimpressed. "You're Dan, then?"

"Yep," he affirms, biting his lip again and sitting down across from her. "It's nice to meet you, Rebecca."

"You're nearly ten minutes late," the girl says curtly. "And it's Becky."

Dan feels himself redden again, ducking his head so his fringe flops into his face. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, embarrassed.

Rebecca – Becky – is fairly pretty, Dan thinks as he watches her roll her eyes, with her rosy lips and blonde curls, but he thinks she would look nicer if she smiled, which she hasn't done since he arrived.

"Whatever. I'll let it go, but I'm hoping next time you won't show up quite so late," Becky says sharply.

Next time? Dan isn't sure there will be a next time, especially if this girl continues to complain about him. He supposes he'll just have to get through this one date, and perhaps her mood will improve.

"Wait, have you got earrings on?" she asks, looking a little dismayed.

Dan frowns, opening his mouth to answer, but he's interrupted by a soft, slightly Northern-accented voice saying brightly, "I see your date has arrived!"

He looks up at the tall, dark-haired man standing beside him; brown eyes meet brilliant blue, and Dan's never seen a more beautiful color. The man smiles at him, and it's so genuine that Dan has to smile back.

"I'm Phil, and I'll be your waiter this evening," the blue-eyed man continues. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Um... just water, please," Dan says, fighting to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous man. This is ridiculous, he's on a bloody date, he can't be making heart eyes at their waiter the entire time.

"Right," Phil says, nodding briefly and turning to Becky. "Have you decided what you're ordering yet, miss?"

"Not yet," she says, and though she still sounds annoyed, her tone has softened a little. "I'll need a bit more time."

"All right, no problem," Phil replies, smiling yet again. "Take your time. I'll be back with your water in a minute," he adds, glancing at Dan before turning and walking away.