I woke up at 11 in the morning. It was quite early for me. I stretched my arms above my head, making a dying whale noise.
I opened my wardrobe doors and pulled out my MCR shirt and black jeans. I checked my phone for any notifications. There were none. I sighed, knowing I was a loser and had no friends.
I trudged out the door of my flat. I was craving a mocha so I walked to the Starbucks down the street. There was no line, which wS surprising. I opened the glass doors and ordered a simple chocolate mocha. I noticed the guy who was making my mocha. His eyes were bright blue, unlike mine, which were brown. I turned my attention to my phone.
"Dan Howell?" A voice called out. My head shot up, messing my hair up. The blue eyed guy had finished my mocha. His voice was smooth. Like silk. I liked it.
"Thanks erm..... Phil." He looked at me and nodded.
"You uh... You live in the flat next to me." I nod. I've never seen him before.
"Are you new to the neighbourhood?" Phil nodded. I nod back and take a deep breath.
"You uh.... Wanna come over to my flat after you get off work?" His eyes lit up, making them look beautiful. I sighed.
"Sure!" Phil nodded. I laughed and told him I'll be home all day so when ever he wanted to come over. I then. walked back out onto the streets of London, shivering because of the cold.
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PHAN
FanfictionWhen Dan meets Phil at a coffee shop, Dan can't help but to notice those eyes. Then, Phil moves in next to him. Phil is very suicidal. Will Dan be able to convince Phil to stay alive? Or will Phil die?
