Phan OneShots

Quiet Fools

Currently listening to FOOLS by Troye Sivan, isn't the whole album perfect? Sorry I haven't made a OneShot in a while, been very sick, and just haven't been writing. But I'm here now, and this is a oneshot inspired by FOOLS and THE QUIET.

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I am tired of this place, I hope people change.

I hear those words echo through my head, the pounding truth beckoning upon me.

I need time to replace what I gave away.

He's not worth it, but I can't help but feel different. He is the one.

And my hopes they are high, I must keep them small.

I feel my head, still pounding as I walk out of the small cafe. The small piece of paper still clenched softly in my fist, resting gingerly in my pocket.

He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to. I know he didn't.

Growing distance.

Free of explanation, we're getting deeper in this mess.

I can forgive him right? I take my hand out of my pocket and stare down as the piece of paper is revealed.

Hey, I'm sorry. Call me. K?
     -A

I look back up, at the bustling streets of London. People going about their day. Their life continues, while mine continues to fall apart.

Take careful contemplation.

He glides his hand over another, while I watch in agony and pain.

I'd rather be spittin' blood, than have this silence fuck me up.

I feel myself clench the note tight and shove it back into my pocket. I receive weird stares, as my eyes begin to fill up with tears. I shake my head and run, run down the busied pavement.

This separation...

Time and space between us, for some revelation.

You didn't care to discuss.

He doesn't care, he does, HE DOES NOT! I can't escape my own head...

I see his piercing green eyes notice me, hiding behind the tampered wall. He only rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the man, and smiles at him. But I hear him whisper something.

"I'm sorry babe." I see the smirk form on his chapped lips.

Though I try to resist, I still want it all.

Although he might not need me, I need him.

I see swimming pools, and living rooms and aeroplanes.

I see a life with him.

I see a little house, on a hill and children's names

I see quiet nights poured over ice, and tanqueray.

My head is battling. One side wanting to leave him, the other wanting to never leave him.

But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.

My brown fringe falls in front of my eyes as I continue to run. Run and see where my legs take me.

Only fools, fall for you, only fools.

But I'd rather be black and blue, than except that you withdrew.

Only fools do what I do.

Just tell me.

Only fools fall.

Say anything.

Please I need you.

Only fools fall for you.

Anything hurts less than the quiet.

I look up and find myself looking into my lover's house.

Only fools.

I walk inside, not caring so much at the moment about his privacy. I find him sitting at the couch, phone in hand, with a shot glass not too far. He did have a thing about drinking early on certain days.

"Hey babe Danny I'm glad to see you have forgiven me." He stands up, opening his arms.

Only fools do what I do.

Just tell me.

Only fools fall.

Say anything.

Only fools...

Anything hurts less...

"W-e're through." I stutter out.

I turn and run out the door before I can stop myself from begging him to forgive me.

Once again I'm running, Andrew's house falling behind in the distance.

The quiet...

I hear my phone blare out ringing and out of frustration I resist from throwing it and turn it completely off, shoving it back in my pocket.

Run.

When my legs give out, all of the exhaustion from running catches up with me and I'm hunching over, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?"

I look up to see a man, ocean blue eyes, ebony straight black hair, concerned.

My eyes widen.

"Um yeah I-I'm okay."

He smiles. "Good. I'm Phil."

"Dan." I smile.

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Hey! Sorry if that was a bit bad.

But yay wrote a oneshot!