Fluffy Phan Oneshots (Boyxboy)

Lost in London

I feel like I need to write a disclaimer for the end.. there is very cheesy and bad writing so I apologise.

2.7k words ish

"Come on, it has to be around here somewhere!" The pale boy grumbled as he stared intently at the confusing map, his jet black fringe falling over his right eye.

Phil had been wandering the streets of London for over three hours now, all he wanted to do was find Tower Bridge.

"Ugh, is it really that difficult to find?!" He growled to himself
"Ahem.."

Phil looked up to see a boy in front of him. He stood stuck in awe at the sight before him. This boy was incredibly mesmirising; he had a mop of hair styled into a  fringe which was in the same style as Phil's, two dark chocolate coloured eyes which matched his hair almost perfectly, his toothy wide smile revealed a small dimple on the right hand side of his mouth, with two small freckles positioned in a way which made the dimple seem like a frowning face, a unique and odd sight Phil thought to himself.

"Uh hello?"
"Oh sorry," Phil shook himself out of his daydream "did you want something?"
"Yeah uh I couldn't help but notice that you were a little bit lost."
"Yeah, do you know how to get to Tower Bridge?"
"You may wanna look around.. You're on tower bridge."

The mysterious boy giggled sweetly and Phil melted inside.

"Oh, cool!"
"I'm Dan, Howell."
"Phil, Lester."
"Uh say Phil Lester, I know we've only just met and all but maybe I could be your tour guide, stop you from getting lost again. I know we're strangers but you seem nice and I'm bored so.."
"Sure! Why not?" Phil smiled at how nervous Dan had become
"Nevermin..Really?!"
"Sure, I got nothing better to do so guide away!" He chuckled at Dan
"Well follow me then!" Dan practically leapt towards one end of the bridge and Phil swiftly followed, Phil didn't know a lot about London but the one thing he did know was that if you don't want to become lost in a sea of aggrivated people you don't dawdle.

After a few steps Phil began to lose sight Dan's familiar brown hair in the crowd and he started to feel a lump in his throat. In urgency the ebony haired boy tried to dash forward but was only pushed back further when a wave of coach trip tourists barged their way through, the map that was safely in Phil's hand had been knocked to the floor some time in the stampeed. His breathing quickened as he realised that he was once again lost with no idea where he was and no trusty map to reassure him that if worst came to the worst he would be able to navigate his way to safety.

Hot tears ran down Phil's face leaving a trail of icy moisture down each cheek. Anxiety attacks were inconvenient at the best of times but this was London, where there weren't any of his friends to say it'll be okay or anywhere quiet and tranquil to hide as he tried to calm down-no, there were just streets filled to the brim with people he didn't know with no visible way of getting away from his nightmare.

More tears fell from his eyes which were once bright blue but now grey and tired. He wimpered and closed his eyes, wishing that someone would just pull him to safety and tell him that it would all be okay. A warm hand laced their fingers with Phil's and started tugging him forwards.

"If it makes you feel any better don't open your eyes yet, I can guide you." A familiar voice hummed in Phil's ear. He felt a little better immediately and let himself be guided through the crowded streets. Soon enough the yelling and shouting of the crowds became dulled into a quiet white noise and he was pulled to a stop by Dan.

"You're safe now, you can open your eyes." Dan reassured him

Phil did so and opened his eyes. Dan had guided him into a small alleyway behind some buildings, it wasn't the glamorous London Phil expected to see but at least it was spacious and quiet. Phil looked across form him to see a concerned looking Dan.