White lighters // Phan AU (abandoned)

Part three//Phil

To say I was nervous was an understatement . I had never really had this much change in my life , I was your typical British middle class kid , same house for 6 years of my life, same area , same park with the semi - broken swings my friends and I set alight to in year 9. The same " friends" that tormented me the duration of year 10. But now everything was new to me. And I goddamn hated it. I wish I stayed with mum.

"Phil," my dad shouted in a drunken haze, what a fuck up . He's already drinking to take away the pain , I know where I get my traits from then. He doesn't bother continuing his sentence so I go on guessing that I should get up. I drag the new school issued blazer out of a box , the school had given it to me the day I moved , two weeks and I still haven't properly unpacked. I go to the semi-clean bathroom and brush my teeth and straighten my hair . I pull on my hoodie over my too-clean white shirt and then pull over my blazer. I reach for my lighter and then lay back on my bed watching the delicate flame flicker, trapped in my cupped palm. As I moved at the start of September it is two weeks into the school year and I'm late , as we settled down - I had enough free time to walk about and I got to know places and correct buses to go to my school. Last week I took a picture of the bus timetable on my phone as I suspected my dad would get drunk so he wouldn't drive me there . As I walked out of my drive and along my quite narrow street to the bus stop at the end , I used my phone as a reference to where I was going and the timetable , I realised the bus was coming very soon I quickened up pace , all the while staring at my phone. I was almost at the stop when (like a cliché ) I crashed into someone sending the many textbooks I had hold of falling to the floor as I didn't yet have a bag. The person looked to be my age with and swiftly bent down to help me, he looked up and seemed to have the darkest most chocolatey brown eyes in the world , I could feel my cheeks inflaming as he locked on to my gaze over the forlorn books. "S-sorry" he stuttered his previously tanned cheeks turning red as he darted my gaze. He shifted his dark brown hair out of his face a little . He was wearing the same uniform as me so I suspected he would get on the same bus but as we both got up , he darted off down the road in a frantic hurry, I'm guessing he must've forgotten something?

I really hope I get to see him again.

A/N HAPPY SEVEN YEAR PHANIVERSARY GUYS !! Not gonna lie I actually really enjoy writing this .