Snowflakes In Summer (Phan AU)

Chapter One

"Ash" i called out from across the room.

My best friend smiled and made his way towards me while dodging the people in his path. I opened my locker stuffing my bag and a few books inside and waited for Ash to reach me. We had been best friends for 6 years, ever since i moved to London from California when i was 10.

"Hey Phil, ready for a new year?" He asked closing my locker for me.

I turned around and sighed "Not this again".

"Well my friend, I will certainly be getting a girlfriend this year And you will defiantly be getting a boyfriend, i can feel it in my bones." Ash said walking backwards, making our way to class. Yeah. One thing i forgot to mention, i am openly gay.

"Please stop, you're embarrassing me and no ones even listening" I said snorting a bit too loudly.

"We'll see, We'll see, who knows Phil. New Year, New start. Besides the last time you were even remotely into someone was when you were 10 years old, and he lived in California. It's time to move on." Ash finished the sentence before being interrupted by the bell.

We said our farewells before separating to go to our classes. I walked to room G46 where i had Modern History, Taking my seat i reached for my laptop slowly drifting into a trance of tumblr and youtube. Class started and i packed away any distracting items before turning my attention to the teacher who was rambling on about World War 2. I started to write notes and braced myself for the new year.

I walked out of class and at the door stood Ash. He huffed and walked beside me and before i had the chance to ask what was wrong he started to speak.

"So much for getting a girlfriend" He said rolling his eyes. I stifled a giggle.

"That's not what you were saying about an hour ago" I said wishing i could lift one eyebrow without looking like a complete idiot.

"Well he wasn't going to our school an hour ago" Ash said raising his arm to point to a tall, dark haired boy surrounded by a crowd of cheerleaders.

I gave Ash lop sided smile and patted him on the back before walking with him to out recess spot, which was on the grass next to a bird fountain. We sat down and talked for the whole of recess, i eventually got Ash to stop worrying about the new boy. Well, for a few minutes.

"I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with him, like yeah he's good looking but seriously I'm right here ladies" Ash ranted on for about the hundredth time since he'd discovered the new student.

"Please, please talk about anything other that him, It's so annoying. Your almost as bad as girls talking about their crushes." I said trying to sound as kind as i could.

"Okay, well if your happy to talk about anything else, then what about that 'friend' of yours in California. You know the one you never mention because its 'personal'" Ash said emphasising the quotation marks.

"Ash, you know i hate to talk about him" i whined.

"Fine. So what was i talking about before... Oh right, that new boy is just so annoying don't you think..?" Ash said smirking because he could see the frustration on my face growing.

"FINE! just shut up please." I shouted while giving him the scariest death glare i could manage.

"He was my friend for 10 years when i lived in California. We were super close and then when i moved he got angry and never talked to me again. There happy?" My voice kept at a steady tone the whole time which i was very thankful for.

"okay, okay i've heard all that.. But what was he like before you stopped talking and before he got angry at you" Ash asked carefully.

"Well, um, he was.. he was kind and beautiful and he was just always there, he always was there to stand up for me and to help me and.. He was my best friend.." i trailed off captured in my own memories.

"best friend? yeah right... so you didn't like him at all romantically" Ash snickered fully knowing the answer.

The bell rung to my relief. My cheeks were already red and there was no way that i was going to get through the next question with a straight face.

I had two free periods which i spent trying to block out the memories of my childhood. There was no way i needed a trip down memory lane. I was over California, i was over the move, i was over him. i had to be, after all its been 6 years.

The day passed much quicker than i had expected and i was going to my last class after relaxing in my free periods. I had English now, i walked into the classroom sitting somewhat towards the back and prepared my books. Just as Class was starting someone came rushing in, failing to be on time. I didn't look up but i could hear their foot steps and the slam of the door being closed harshly.

I lifted my head to meet with someone who looked like a stranger yet in a way extremely familiar. His outline was very soft. He had dark brown hair, he was rather tall and he had a black earring. That was all i could see from where i was standing. It was the 'new boy', and he looked so familiar in a way i couldn't even explain. It was like your favourite childhood book or film. you couldn't always remembered what happened, you just knew what it was and the feeling you got while reading or watching it.

I longed to see his eyes. I hoped that his eyes would give away who he was, show me why i know a man i have never met. I started intently at him hoping he would return the look, just so i could get a glimpse of him. He didn't stare back through and we didn't lock eyes. 'The new boy' just sat down ignoring me and flirting with a bunch of girls, who were already wrapped around him.

"Whats your name and why are you late" Mrs Carton asked from across the room, clearly annoyed at her class being interrupted.

"My Name is Dan Howell and Im late because i just moved here from California, new school, new classrooms, new people" He said winking. "you cant expect me to know my way around already can you?" He replied in a tone that was all too familiar.

"Just sit down and doth be late again" Mrs Carton said turning her attention back to the rest of the class.

Thats when i finally caught his eye, for just a split second. I felt like throwing up and it felt like butterflies, no, moths were flying around i my stomach desperately trying to break free. Because a few seats away from me was the thing i had worried about for years.

My old best friend from California, My old best friend that hated my guts, My old best friend i had been deeply in love with, My old best friend Daniel James Howell, was going to my school. 

This is my first time writing a book/story so i'm sorry for the horrible writing. I will try and update as soon as possible between school. Also thank you to anyone who's bothering to read this, it means a lot to me :) x - Emma