No Homo → Phan AU

Sleepless

(Song - Sleepless by Flume)

Dan's  POV

I felt a shiver while he smirked at me, something I've never felt before. I shrugged it off blaming the cold gust of London. He shuffled over to me, "So, Hi!" he made it very clear he's probably going to make my life a living hell. "h-hello.." he dimmed his beautiful i mean normal eyes and glanced back up at me. "Well project buddy! we should definitely start hanging out now, since we do have a little baby to look after. Oh! and what should we name it. I reckon we should mix our names together and BAM!  baby name, like phan?" he suggested. "h-how about-t Dil?" He thinned his lips and started nodding like crazy.

Class ended and Phil wouldn't stop bothering me about it, he told me we have to have sleepovers & hang out, but the thing is. I've never actually "hung out or had a sleepover" i have always been a loner even since Kindergarten. He's just so cherry and i'm envious of how happy is. But he's Phil Lester; Sunshine Boy, Happiest boy & gayest boy too (literally me), and here i am Daniel Howell;  Emo Boy, Stutters & plays piano. How ironic, almost polar opposites like they say "opposites attract" and i can kinda relate at the moment. 

Finally finished school i was smiling but that smiling was ended with a gasp as i saw Pj & Chris making out, i mentally awed inside, they jumped at the sight of me. They looked shocked, i just put my hand on Chris's shoulder. "Don't worry i won't tell anyone" They smiled and thanked m, i shrugged and walked away with a smile on my face. I opened the small door of what i call "home" it just didn't scream home to me. It was mostly painted a cream with light trims and quite small, i just felt lonely. I grabbed my sketch book, which is also my escape from reality. I put my earphones in immediately Starlight by muse echos through my earphones, i sharpened my pencil and glide it to make to hangs slightly touching each other. One had a small flower tattoo with little burns on the wrist, the other was filled with disgusting scars, the one with the flower tattoo was ripping at the scars. This was the beautiful thing about the drawing not everything is how it seems. Society is a judgemental pain in the ass and ruins people's life 

I grabbed the black shoulder bag that carried various items such as my phone, my sketch book and some binders. i put my totoro shirt over my suffocating black skinny jeans, i grabbed my keys and made my way into the cold autumn of london. I stopped and bought myself a chocolate donut and a caramel latte being the white girl i am. I finished and made my way to the dreaded school grounds.