"Got a feeling I'm going under but I know I'll make it out alive." -Stitches, Shawn Mendes.
Once the warm air blows harshly into my face, I smile and all the stress and worry just slipped from my mind. It was typical British weather and it was pouring down with rain so the minute I stepped foot into the coffee shop, I welcomed the warmth with open arms.
I trudge my way to a table that has become my own over the past five months and I place my laptop bag on the table before shrugging of my drenched coat. I hang it up on a coat hanger that was empty and I walked over to order.
I wasn't worried about anyone taking my laptop, nobody is really out at three AM in the morning, not unless you were an insomniac like me.
"Hey, Dan, what can I get you?" One of the waiters and my newly found friend, Pj asks.
"Same as normal please," I tell him.
"Why come to a coffee shop when you want to buy hot chocolate?" He asks.
"Why study algebra in high school if you're never going to use it?" I retort.
He throws his hands up in defeat and I smile giving him a playful wink before walking back to the table with my laptop on it. I could have done this in the comfort of my own home, hot chocolate, bed, laptop to do work and surf the internet, but there was some slight complications with that.
One, I'm afraid of the dark.
Two, I blew a fuse.
I don't know how I did it, but I did. And living alone and being scared of the dark and for some unknown reason the supernatural, I thought it would be best for me to leave the house until it starts to get light.
I get out my laptop and turn it on, resting my head in my hands as I wait for my computer to load up. I look up for a moment to see Pj put down my cup, I try to pay him but he declines.
"You've been here every morning for the past five months, Boss says you no longer need to pay," Peej explains and I smile.
"Well, tell Boss I said thank you," I tell him and Pj laughs and walks off.
Okay, I didn't lie, I did blow a fuse and I am scared of the dark but I still could have still lived on the dull glow of my laptop or phone screen until about six am when it starts to grown light and then I will fall asleep for about six to eight hours.
I log onto my laptop and straight into Tumblr, I do have work... And I will do it... I will just do it later...
Who am I kidding? That's like me saying 'one more minute' when I'm in bed then half an hour later I wake up and have to run around trying to get everything done.
I chuckle as I scroll down my dashboard and then I decided to read some fan fictions on wattpad. I started to read some Johnlock fan fictions and I got so engrossed in the plot twist that was currently making my toes curl in my converses that I didn't notice someone had sat next to me.
"Sherlock, no. Don't do that to John you grotsky lil' beeotch." I mutter to the screen.
"What is the highly functioning sociopath doing this time?" I hear.
"Someone is recreating season three," I mutter in response.
"Right in the feels,"
At this I smile and finally avert my attention away from the book, beside me was a very attractive man, not much older than myself, with raven black hair and the most amazing pair of blue eyes, they aren't just one or two or even three colours, bloody hell, 50 shades of blue.
"Hey, I'm Phil," he says, giving me a hand to shake.
"Howell, Daniel Howell." I say, shaking his hand.
"What are you doing here reading fan fiction at 4:32 in the morning, Mr Howell?" Phil asks, taking a sip of his what smells like coffee.
Now, I'm not one to go blurting out my life story and my ninety-nine problems with random strangers I meet in the coffee house that now suddenly reminds me of central purk from one of my favourite TV shows friends. But, I want to do all that with Phil, I wanted to tell him my life story, all my problems and I wanted to know his, his life stories, his problems, his hopes and dreams, I just wanted to know.
"I could ask you the same thing, Mr-uh, Phil," I say, stupidly.
I take a sudden interest in the floor and my converses. How have I not fully looked at them before? It was then I realised, Tumblr has corrupted my life. How did I come to this conclusion? Well, as I was looking down at the floor I think I blurted out one of the most stupidest things I have ever let escape from my mouth.
"If you fall, I'll always be there. Probably said the floor at some point."
I hear Phil burst out in laughter and then soon I feel red hot liquid running down my neck. I cringe and shake my body trying to get the feeling off from my skin... It doesn't work. Why did I even try?
"Holy hell! I am so sorry!"
"It's fine, honestly,"
"I just spat coffee down your neck and you're saying it's fine?"
"Totally, it's how I roll," I say casually.
Phil laughs again and then A yawn escapes my lips without my permission.
"Looks like our time together has came to a close," he chuckles and I give him a what-can-you-do look.
I pack up my laptop and make sure I didn't leave anything behind.
"Hey, can I have your number? Maybe we can meet up again sometime," He says, a little too cocky which doesn't actually fit his personality from what I have gathered so far.
Can't let him keep that act up, no matter how much I would love for him to have my number.
"Yeah, it's, 0121 go do one," I tell him before picking up my laptop, sashaying to the coat hanger and because it had stopped raining, I hung it over my arm and walked out the door, not looking back.
Leaving behind a confused Phil and a amused Pj.
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Now it's time for the sexy end note dance.
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Please do not ask.
Anyway, this is my first actual PHAN book. I'm writing a Dan and Phil book but it isn't Phan, it's called Permanent vacation if anyone wants to check it out.
This book is crap now but I promise it will get better and if not.. I will allow you to choose punishment. Damn, I'm asking you all to commit murder now.
Reminder: this is not the Purge.
I'm rambling now, so I'll leave this here.
Please vote, comment and all that. Thank you so much for clicking and reading this in the first place, you guys are phantastic... I'll let myself out.
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