THE CITY OF LOVE ❁ PHAN

six

Phil Lester: Come over now.
Me: we don't have lessons today ??
Phil Lester: Do it anyway.

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"What the hell do you need for-?"
I was abruptly pulled into the room, the ghost of Phil's grip on my wrist and the door pressed against my back me. I was first met with the man's eyes, clear and mystic as ever.
"What's this about?" my mouth seemed to not want to form words in response to his close vicinity but I forced it to out of curiousness and sheer confusion.
Phil didn't speak for a few moments, his gaze tracing over my lips and my cheeks, but in the end he only pulled away, running a hand through his hand before looking back at me.
"Do you want to go out with me?" I could have sworn his cheeks darkened to a shy blush, but I brushed it off.
"What?"
"Do you want to go out with me for coffee?" he sighed, refusing to meet my eyes.
"Like.. Like a date?"
"Do you accept or not?" his voice became impatient, the ebony haired man with his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt and his lip pulled back fascinated me; Phil was normally so formal and sophisticated and here he was, flustered and red faced over asking someone out to eat. I couldn't help but to let my heart melt at the adorable sight.
"Yeah, sure," I mumbled in reply, "I'm not exactly dressed for it though," I let my hands fall to my sides to gesture down at my appearance; my skinny jeans were linty and wrinkled and my hoodie was loose and slipping down my shoulder. I didn't think my casual wear would cut it.
"It's okay, we're just going to a café," his lips turned up in a small smile, grabbing his coat and pulling it over his broad shoulders. My stomach churned.

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The smell of coffee filled my senses as we entered the small store that was conveniently built right on a cute little corner at the end of the street. The room was tinted beige and cream, with small cocoa colored sofas and a glass case filled with every cookie and pastry you could ever want. It was cozy to say the least, and the drinks seemed promising judging by the smells drifting from behind the counter.
I ordered a hot chocolate and a couple sugar cookies for Phil and I to share, while Phil just ordered a black coffee.

We sat awkwardly by the window near the front of the shop, the lit up city oozing through the window contrasting with the warm and cozy atmosphere of the room.Phil seemed distant and distracted as he sipped from his paper cup, his eyes darting around at anything other than me.

"Why did you ask me on a date?" I mumbled, tilting my head in curiousness as Phil couldn't decide which leg to cross over the other.

"I was bored," the man grumbled, staring at a nearby painting of a bowl of coffee beans on the wall.

"You don't just ask people out when you're bored," I frowned and huffed quietly, unsatisfied with his answer. My toe began tapping on the hardwood floor impatiently.

"Yes, I do."I pouted, picking a cookie and shoving it toward Phil.

"What are yo-"

"Eat it."

"What? I'm not going to-"

"Eat. It."

Phil glared at me, but still leaned forward, biting out of the cookie and promptly licking the crumbs from his lips, a sour expression on his face the entire time.

"What, does it taste bad?" I frowned, popping the last of the treat in my mouth.

"No, you 're just annoying," he leaned back in the couch, a smile tickling his lips.

"You must have a thing for annoying boys then."

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My back was shoved against the front of the door, Phil's head resting on my shoulder and I could feel his hot breaths rushing over my neck like a river. My eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"How many times am I gonna be slammed against this door for christ's sake-"

"Dan," Phil's voice was weak and watery as he spoke, confusing me in the least. Had I done something wrong? What was the matter?

"I need to do something, but I need your permission," he said carefully.

"What is it?" I could smell the sweet scent of his shampooed hair and his lips only a layer of fabric away from my skin. He was quiet for a few seconds, but finally spoke.

"Can I please kiss you?" he asked, finally looking up to meet my eyes.

My heart was caught in my throat and I could hardly breathe. He wanted to kiss me? Why?

"Please I just feel so-"

"Yes." Whatever Phil was previously going to say, he must have dismissed it after I had spoken my decision. I was willing to have just one silly peck on the lips from my newly found French teacher and acquaintance; it wouldn't do any harm and he seemed as if he was almost begging.

There was a moment of silence before the older man inched his lips closer and closer to mine, daring to close the gap between us. My entire body was tingling with anticipation and curiousness at the new foreign concept of kissing Phil.

He kissed me sweetly at first, his lips moving with mine like smooth honey before his tongue teased the edges of my mouth and it evolved into a full French kiss, this wasn't just a silly peck.

Phil tasted sweet and minty, like a piece of candy I didn't want to stop tasting until he pulled away; his lips raw and his face rosey. The man cleared before looking away uncomfortably. The room fell silent.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for," he mumbled and licked his lips distractedly.

"It's fine," I stared at the ground, still comprehending what I had just done. We stood in awkward silence for a couple minutes, neither of us knowing what to do with ourselves before I spoke up.

"Wouldn't be a proper date without a movie, would it?" I chuckled nervously.

A/N

this chapter is slightly under 1000 words and it makes me mad cause it took me like a week since im p much out of ideas oops gomen

six in english is six in french who knew lol french ppl probs