Dans pov
We walked back to Phil's hotel room hand in hand.
I was holding Phil Lesters hand.
And I couldn't get enough of it.
As soon as we were in the hotel room I pushed him against the wall. Kissing him roughly. I never knew I could crave someone's presence so much.
We kissed for ages. Just kidding.
Mabey we were making up for the lost kisses from over the years, or mabey we weren't.
But it felt great.
Finally we made it to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room.
Suddenly, we didn't need to kiss anymore. Because, laying here, with Phil's hand in mine, and the soft light from the city, I was finally at peace.
No memory, or photo, or kiss could ever compare to the love I felt for this nerd.
I'm sorry this is so cliche and bad, go ahead and unvote.
This is for my trustee internet fren.
You know who you are.
LOVE YOU ALL
🌼👽🌼
YOU ARE READING
Infatuation // Phan
RomantizmAs the sun set you started to disappear. Your dark hair and dark eyes collided with the night. Your clothes were dark too and suddenly the stars were above is and I couldent see you any longer.
