I'll Be Here Patiently Waiting ~ a Phanfiction ~

Chapter 16 - a Journey to One of the Greatest Memories.

Dan's POV:

Fast forward to the day of the concert, everything was going perfectly, they had booked a room for 1 night at a travel lodge, in fact, only just! It turned out there was only one room left. They were packed and ready to travel to one of their best memories. Dan buckled his seat belt, then whirled his head to Phil who was sat in the drivers seat with fingers impatiently drumming against the dark wheel. "Ready to go?" Phil asked, grinning madly.

"Well, actually, I forgot to pick up my-.".

"Daaaan." Phil moaned.

"Only messing with you, Philly. Of course I'm ready!" Dan said, extending his dimples.

And 3, 2, 1, Phil accelerated the Volvo out of the drive and onto the main road, beginning their journey. After the odd little drops of rain splashed on the windscreen, it was then followed by several raindrops crashing down. The windscreen wipers fiercely continued swiped the water droplets. Dan normally liked the rain. Not waiting outside for the bus and being completely drenched, but to sit inside and listen to the sound. But not today. Today was the only exception because the two would have to stand outside in the rain whilst seeing there absolute favourite band.

"Please tell me it's going to be nice when we arrive at the Brixton Academy." Dan mumbled, resting his elbow against the window.

"It will." Phil said.

"Really?".

"I'm not the weatherman." Phil chuckled, still watching the road, he drove around the roundabout, as instructed by the annoying-toned navigator woman.

There was an odd silence afterwards, so Dan rooted in his rucksack to grab the Muse CD; Absolution. He removed the disc from the case and let it be taken away into the CD

player. Apocalypse Please started to play after the tension-building Intro.

"Sweet! You have Absolution." Phil grinned as he nodded his head to the music. Dan didn't bother responding and just nodded along with Phil to the song. There wasn't much of a view outside except the motorway and Phil found it hard to have a conversation while driving, so Dan drifted away when Blackout, Dan fell asleep. 2 hours later he woke up to feel the warmth of the, wow, sun and silence. He stretched before sitting up into his seat.

Phil was anxiously keeping his eyes peeled at the road ahead him. Dan didn't know Phil was a very unconfident driver, well, that would explain his anti-sociableness when his hands were on the wheel. He opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but soon closed his mouth when he realised Phil would need to focus.

And finally, after several worry-filled moments for Phil, they arrived. The city that is London. Phil firstly had to find the travel lodge and park his vehicle there. Then they had to catch a taxi to the Brixton Academy. Plenty of time? No.

"Phil, we're here!" Dan exclaimed.

"Indeed we are." Phil said, and finally smiled.

As irritating as the navigator could be, it, to their relief, lead them to the travel lodge which was in the suburbs of London. Phil parked up in car park, which was pretty full.

Phil hopped out of the car and walked around to the boot to collect his overnight belongings and Dan go out of the car with the backpack of belongings slung over his shoulder. "We actually made it." Dan said to himself.

"In one piece." Phil laughed, eavesdropping.

The doors automatically opened as Dan and Phil entered the travel lodge and approached the front desk. "Reservations for Phil Lester and Dan Howell." Phil spoke. The man at desk who had fiery ginger hair, almost-black-brown eyes stared at the two for a second, then nodded.

"Ah yes!" the man said, typing at a rapid speed on the computer. "Philip- or Phil Lester and Daniel Howell, room 126, here are your keys and have a nice stay! Report to us if there are any issues." and with that, he handed the shiny, silver keys over to Dan. "Thank you." Dan said, and walked over to elevator with Phil. The doors closed and Phil beamed. "This is going to be great.".

"It sure is, Philadelphia." Dan exchanged smiles then pressed his lips against Phil's and snaked his hands around the raven haired boy's waist. And after what felt like a second of romantic kissing, the doors drifted sides and opened to reveal a blonde haired woman standing there looking quite shocked. The two felt their cheeks burn crimson.

"Sorry." Phil mumbled, grabbing Dan's hand and tugging the boy with him so they would sooner be out of the woman's way.

"Well that was awkward..." Dan said, trying to laugh it off.

"Ahaha, yeah, but definitely worth it.".

After searching the 2nd floor's corridor for their room like out-of-place little kids, or year 7 at their first day secondary school, they eventually came across the door that, like all the rest, had gold simple font writing that read 'room no. 126'. Dan inserted the key into the small keyhole, turing the key left and soon pushed open the door.

The room, being nothing but a room and an extra tiny bathroom was pretty decent for its price. Not bog standard, but not high-fancy-luxury; just right. Dan's shoulder gave away, letting his backpack fall to the floor like an anchor. The room was a neutral, cream colour coordination, the colour you would buy for clothing when expecting. The walls were faintly striped light yellow and milk white. There was one giant window which had wooden blinds, a small glass vase on the windowsill with an artificial sunflower. The bed cover was plainly coloured cream and draped over the sides.

"Not bad, not bad." Dan remarked, his eyes looking around the room slowly, then wandered into the titchy room called a bathroom. The contrast was unbelievable. The first thing that sprung to your mind was "WOW, that's a lot of blue.". It looked very tacky. But apart from that, everything seemed squeaky clean and in order.

Dan turned around to find Phil stood in the frame of the door and said, "we have a concert to attend.", and smiled.

The taxi ride was quite uncomfortable. It was filled with a deathly silence and uncanny glances from the taxi driver. He had silver eyes and a stubble. After a couple of minutes, the driver cleared his throat. "So, you're going to see Muse live?". The two were hesitant to reply, but Dan nodded. "Yeah, we are." Dan said, forcing a smile

"Good band. Rather jealous.".

"Ahahaa..." Dan, once again, trying to laugh away the awkwardness.

The taxi eventually pulled up in front of Brixton Academy. The giant building was practically oozing crowds of people. It was Muse, of course it was going to be overpopulated with fans. Phil handed over a five pound note and insisted the creepy taxi driver kept the change before getting out of the vehicle with Dan.