dan clenched his teeth, as he tried fixing his hair in the mirror. every time he thought he had done it right, he would notice another gap in his fringe. he hated that. at least he remembered to straighten his hair. hobbit hair? now that would be a disaster.
he pulled a sweater over his head, and tugged at the sleeves. okay. this was it.
he walked out the door, closing it behind him, and began his walk. it was only ten minutes from here, in one of the main streets of london. dan tried to erase all negative thoughts from his head, which was a good start, but difficult none the less.
finally he had arrived. the lady at the desk asked for his name, and began typing on her computer. "yep! your therapist will be phil, he'll be ready for you in around fifteen minutes." dan found it ironic how some guy named 'phil' would be saving him, yet again. he looked around him.
there were ugly yellow walls, with green comfortable chairs, and a grey carpet. pictures of trees and alleys and streetlamps and what-not were framed around him. a table with magazines and some pencils was laid before him, accompanied by some flowers in a vase. the lady sat at a lime-green desk, typing away at her computer. a clock loomed above her head. the kind of stuff you would see in a waiting room, dan thought. it was a waiting room, after all.
he picked up the pencil and started tapping at the magazine table impatiently. by now, there were still five minutes to go, but it felt like forever. every second was like a million years.
eventually though, a man with stunning black hair and breathtaking blue eyes appeared from around the corner, and smiled at him.
"hello! i'm phil, and i'll be your therapist from now on!"
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therapy ;; phan
Fanfiction❝𝐈'𝐦 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧!❞ dan howell's therapist has blue eyes and black hair, just like the boyfriend he had when he was in highschool. • trigger warnings at the beginning of...
