Is This Real Life?

part five (FINAL PART)

A/N: probs water works *hands you a box of tissues*
I'm gonna go...
*hides under blanket*

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:D @danisnotonfire gets here today.

I see the tweet from Phil as I get off the train. The nerves have never been a problem until now. I'm so nervous. I can't believe I'm about to meet Phil in real life. I just... can't believe it. I feel like I've been waiting for this moment for what seemed like eternity, when in reality it had only been 8 months.

I felt a breeze pass by me as I walked through the station. My heart was racing, and my hands were clammy. I've never been so nervous for something in my life... why was this any different? Oh yeah...

Because I'm about to meet one of the reasons I'm still alive today.

My bag swung on my shoulder as I paced nervously around the station. What if he tricked me? What if he doesn't come?

No. He wouldn't do that. Phil isn't mean.

He's just... late perhaps? I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. He's not late, however, I stared at the clock for another 30 seconds, just watching the seconds pass by in an agonizingly slow manner. Tears started to well up in my eyes. The thought of actually meeting Phil today made me feel so many things... happy, nervous, sad... but only because I know that I'll eventually have to leave.

As I realized the tears were ready to run down my cheeks I took a sharp intake of air to steady my breathing and wiped my eyes. Phil was going to be here soon, and I didn't want to be seen with tear-filled eyes. I distracted myself by looking around at the other people in the station. There were families getting ready to board, couples saying goodbye, and children running around.

People started standing up all around me. Although I'm almost 6 feet tall, I felt quite surrounded, and I could barely see over the heads of people all around me. They were leaving the station, and I was slowly being pushed forward in the crowd of people.

So I shoved my way to the side of the station and stood there, watching the other people pass by. I needed to stay in here, and wait for Phil. And just as I was about to go looking for him...

There he was, standing on the other side of the dissipating crowd.

His jet black hair swept to the right and his sky-blue eyes met mine. He wore a white and green plaid shirt, and black jeans, with his bag over his shoulder. His eyes welled up with tears, as did mine as we ran towards each other, and wrapped our arms around each other in the middle of the station.

I honestly don't know how to feel right now. The person I've called my best friend is now standing right in front of me. 8 months ago, I didn't think this would ever happen, but it did, and I'm so grateful for that.

I didn't know I was crying until I felt Phil pat my back, reassuring me and telling me that it was ok. For some reason, I've always felt like something was missing... and I never knew what it was, or how to get of that feeling. But now that feeling is gone...

And I feel complete.

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"I feel like we should do something." Phil suddenly blurted amongst our comfortable silence in his room.

"What?" I asked in a confused, uncomfortable way.

"No! No not like that! God Dan, get your head out of the gutter." He lightly shoved me away.

"Then what do you mean?" I questioned, sitting up.

"Like, to celebrate our meeting, we should make a video or something."