adventure ; phan

two

dan had given up after a week. he returned to that bench daily, finding nothing. he found his friends once, but had the social anxiety take over and he couldn't ask them where he was, or even his room number. 

he had a week left, and he wasn't going to spend it grieving over a boy who should've meant nothing more than a conversation to him. dan went to all his favourite places. dan's favourite thing to do was always to stand in the centre of times square at midnight. he never understood why, but would never leave new york without doing it. he'd always find himself at coney island, which he had only enjoyed once, when he was with a girlfriend. he also loved the statue of liberty, but he'd never been to see her from close up, only ever from shore. the last thing he would do before leaving new york would always be to go to the museum of natural history. 

as he checked out of his hotel, finding no reason to wait until midday, he saw him. 

he saw the man he'd waited two weeks to find.

'phil.' dan spoke, raising his voice ever so slightly, just so phil could hear. phil turned, looking towards dan and his all black attire. 

phil smiled, tilting his head as if he was delighted to see an old friend, or think of a good time. phil walked towards dan, suitcase and all. 

'sorry i never came.' dan was angered, but he couldn't care less after his apology. 

'oh, it's fine. it was nice seeing the snow in the morning anyways.'

so they finally went back, and they sat with their suitcases and they talked. 

dan thought fate hated him, and that's why phil was in the same park, hotel and given the same flight as him. but phil thought differently. phil did hang around with people unlike him; people who smoke, had tattoos, swore, but phil was unlike them. he had smoked a few times, and the only tattoo he had was the word 'hope' in greek. and he had no idea why he hung around with those assholes, but he gave anyone a chance. that's why he gave dan one.

'we are going to miss our flight unless we leave right now.' dan looked down at the time. 2:24.  the plane left at 2:45.

after a mad dash to the airport, they found their plane had left once they got through baggage claim. 

'i literally have no money left on me. i can't afford a hotel, i can't afford food. the next plane that leaves to manchester is tomorrow.' phil cried. dan didn't know what to do. he could offer to pay for a two bed room, but thought that would come across as slightly creepy. but dan was a firm idiot, and always stayed with his first idea, no matter how bad it could be.

'i have enough, i could pay for a room for tonight?' dan asked, phil's eyes suddenly happy again.

'are you sure? you met me two weeks ago, you don't have to.' 

but dan wanted to.

'you can get whatever you want from room service, i don't mind.' dan spoke, slumping down into the pillows on his bed. he was paying, so he called the window. 

they had their plane tickets for the next day, they had a hotel room with free wifi, and dan allowed phil any and all room service. so phil was in heaven.

all phil wanted was to get back to his job. 

all dan wanted was to see his family, that was at least what he told phil.

they stayed up until 2am asking stupid questions about their childhood and their families and their jobs and their travels. they learnt more that night than they should've in years. 

dan spent that entire night hoping this friendship kept, that someone would stay.

and phil spent the night wondering about dan, and everything he kept underneath his squemish, awkward demeanor. 

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hello ! this is a r e a l l y shitty chapter but i promise they'll get their plane next chapter, but i literally have no idea what's happening after that. i also have an idea of how i might end this, but i'll have to talk to some of my friends about that (oh wait i don't have any nvm) 

if you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a comment about stuff because yeah b y E

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