Hello stranger. ⇝ Phan

1.1

Dan's p.o.v.

- Where the fuck are you taking me?- I asked. We'd been on the car for a couple minutes and no words other than "hi" had been spoken.- Are you kidnapping me or something?

-Oh my god, Howell I forgot how annoying you are. Please just stay silent for a couple minutes. You are going to adore what awaits you.

I crossed my arms and let my body sink a bit on the leather seat. Anxiety starting to tingle, hands sweating. This shit better be worth it.

I start to recognize the place we're at.

Hyde Park.

Okay.

I absolutely loved Hyde Park. It was my favourite place in the world when I was 15... Actually, It was one of the only places I wouldn't refuse to go to. I'd sit on the wooden seats, facing the lake, when for a couple minutes I could feel the sun against my pale skin, laugh at Clarissa's bad jokes and pretend nothing was wrong. But I couldn't think of a single thing that wasn't wrong back then.

-W-why did you t-take me here?- I asked her, still inside the car, feeling flashes of memories attacking me.

-It was your favourite place in the world a couple years ago... Don't you like it anymore?

-I do, it's just... Why?

-Wait and you'll see, young pupil.- She giggled, getting out of the car.

I joined her, as we walked by the park on our way to the one wooden bench we'd always sit on.

-Can you explain it to me now?- I asked her, very impatiently.-You made me dress well to just bring me to the park? Like, really, I could just come in one of my many black T-shirts...And...-Clarissa laughed, interrupting me.

Suddenly, I felt soft, cold hands cover my eyes and giggle.

All I could think of was "fuck. I'm being kidnapped.".

-Guess who it is.-A playful, very familiar voice echoed in every bit of my mind.

Phil.

Actual Philip Michael Lester

PHIL

FUCKING

LESTER

-Is... Is this Phil?-I asked, already sure of who it was. 

-How did you know?-He was jokingly disappointed.

-PHIL.-I yelled before hugging him so tight I might have damaged a couple of his organs.-Oh my fucking God, you exist.

I could touch him. 

     I could actually touch him.

           And he felt so smooth, almost like he was made out of cotton.

     And his smell, oh lord, he smelled like sweet lemonade on a hot day.

I couldn't help but let a few tears of happiness drop.

-Aww, why are you crying?-Phil hugged me tightly.- Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I am so sorry, I could just...-I cutted his worried speech.

-Shut  up, I love you fool.-I said, burrying my face on his chest and hoping he coudn't feel the heat of my face.

-I...-he gasped.- Yeah... I love you too, Dan.