I'd Do Anything: A Phanfiction

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

I woke up on the park bench cold and uncomfortable. For a second I was disorientated because I forgot where I was. Then I remember everything that happened, and I wished that I could go back to sleep and maybe stay asleep forever after that.

After leaving Phil’s house in a pile of tears, I walked until I was lost. I didn’t know where I was, and my mobile ran out of charge so I couldn’t look it up or something. I probably could’ve got out my mac book looking back now, but I wasn’t thinking at the time. 

My mind was too preoccupied with Phil. I thought, and I thought some more, yet I couldn’t come to a consensus with myself.  

It really really hurt walking away like that. I wanted nothing more than to stay there. However I’ve established that I can’t stay, and I have to go. There’s simply no other way. I can’t really explain it. I just can’t. 

“Then let’s uncomplicate it Dan.” Phil’s words from last night echoed in my mind. I wish we could Phil. I wish we could. 

I remembered finally coming to a park bench, being too exhausted to walk anymore, and so I sat down on it. I remember tying my shoelace to my suitcase because I think I thought it would keep anyone from taking it from me. Although they could just take off my shoe… Anyways, I also remember curling up in a ball and crying for a really long time. Then I must’ve fallen asleep like that because my neck hurt, and here I was, still sitting here. One of my legs was still tucked up on the bench, but the other on dangled towards the ground still tied to my suitcase.

At least that part worked, and I still have al of my belongings. 

I rubbed my eyes, which felt sore from crying so much. I took a deep breath trying to forget everything for now. Once I’m somewhere safe, I can cry all I want. I’m honestly too scared to make myself this vulnerable in the middle of London.  

I got myself together by untying my shoe from my suitcase and ruffling my hair.

My stomach grumbled. That might be a problem. I thought as I looked around for some sort of food place. I wondered how much money I had with me. A shot of fear spiked through me suddenly as I realized how homeless and helpless I really was in this situation. 

I got out my mobile from my pocket to look up maybe some sort of Wi-Fi café near by, but then remembered it was dead, as it would not turn on. I tried to turn on the black screen for about 2 minutes until I realized it was dead. I need to charge this.

I looked around helplessly for a few seconds before resorting to asking for help.

I went to the first woman who looked to be in her 40’s, that I saw. She’d probably know where I could find a Starbucks or some other Wi-Fi place.

“Um, excuse me ma’am, I’m a bit lost, do you know where the nearest Starbucks might be?” I asked stepping in front of her so she’d notice me.

“Oh, dear, do you need anything?” She asked.

“No thanks, I just need to charge my mobile, so I can call someone.” I said.

 “Well you can use mine if you’d like.” She persisted.

“Well I don’t really know the number, so I just need to get to a Starbucks.” I said. She was being awfully nice and all, but right now, I needed her to just point me to a Starbucks. I really didn’t want to call anyone I just needed her to point me in the right direction. 

“Alright. I think if you go down that way and take a left at the first street, it should be a street down on the right hand side. Good luck!” She said.