Phan Drabbles

What a Pizza Can Do

(a/n) I changed the age difference between Dan and Phil for the story.

Phil's POV:

I always walk past this homeless guy on my way home from the coffee shop when I go. He is always sat on the ground or in his slightly damp looking sleeping bag. When he is sitting up and not covered in layer after layer of clothes I can count every one of his ribs. I feel bad. He doesn't look a day over twenty.

But being the shy man I am, I never do anything for him, until this chilly fall night. I stand in front of him and smile. In return, he looks up at me with a sideways glare.

"Um, my name is Phil. What's yours?" I ask with the smile still happily on my lips. Immediately I notice that this man, although much younger looking than me, is quite attractive.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" The guy snaps. He looks angry all of a sudden.

"I've always cared... I'm just very shy. Can I sit with you?" I ask hopefully.

"No." He answers but I sit down anyway. "I said, no."

"I heard you, I just chose not to listen. What's your favorite color?"

"Um, brown. Like the mud I sleep in every night."

"Mine is aquamarine. I like it because it's the perfect combination of blue and green. Two beautiful colors."

"Interesting." The guys says sarcastically.

"What's your name?" I ask again with a sweet, inviting smile.

"Why do you need to know?" he questions me.

"Well, I don't necessarily need to know but I'd like to."

"My name is Dan."

"Dan," I say out loud and grin at the smoothness of his name in my mouth. "I am twenty-six years old. How old are you?"

"That's none of your business." Dan states with annoyance clearly coating his voice.

"Okay. Um, what's your favorite food?" I ask with my signature smile still on my face.

He doesn't reply for a moment, doing what I assume is debating whether or not he will tell me. Then the faintest of a smirk appears on Dan's face. "Hawaiian pizza. I haven't had one in so long."

I can see his small smirk grow into a lovely smile as he closes his eyes to the thought of his favorite food. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and call the pizza place I always order from. "Hi, yes, this is Phil Lester. I'd like to place an order." I wait as the man on the other end switches me to another person.

"Phil!" Matt says happily. "Short time no talk. You haven't gotten pizza in like a week! Where you been buddy?"

"Oh nowhere, my parents visited this weekend and my mum made a huge load of food so I've just been eating leftovers."

"Okay! Enough of this conversation before I get fired." He laughs wholeheartedly. "What will it be?"

"The usual but make it extra-large. Delivery, of course, but I need it delivered to-" I look around to see what's close by. "Leslie park, if you can. Oh! And I need two bottles of Fanta to wash it down."

"Okay, so will that be all?"

"Yeah."

"You got it Phil!" Matt exclaims. "That'll be...."

I cut him off, "Matt you know I don't care! Just put it on my card." I chuckle.

"Habit man, sorry"