The One///Phan

Chapter 1

Phil's POV

Even before I openened my eyes, I knew. It's the day. The day I leave it all behind. 29th of August. All the pain, the sadness, the loneliness. The day of new beginning. The day I leave for London.

I ive in Alfriston . It's a small village in the north of England, and my life here has been. That's all I can say about my life. It has been. It just was, a boring, regular life, nothing special happening.i would trade my entire boring life for a one day of excitement, honestly. I fucking hate this. Nobody would tell, when they see me, smiling with my friends, a honour student, a perfect family and a perfect life. But the thing is, everybody here is the same. They have no outlooks, no opinions, they only see the world for what they were told it is. And I'm tired of it.

But in London, it will be different. Maybe I'll join a gang, or become a drug dealer, or a superstar, or make an animal shelter with awesome, interesting new friends that I'll make there. There are so many things waiting for me. I can feel it.

Beeping sound interrupts my daydreaming. I didn't even need an alarm, I was awake whole night, thinking what my life will be from today onwards. i should really start getting ready now.

I put my white shirt on, black pants, and a red jumper with a gold escutcheon of my school on it. As I come in to the living room, my mother throws her hands on my shoulders and starts sobbing. Something about how she's proud of me and whatnot.

"It's okay mum, I'll be fine."

After 5 minutes she finally pulls away, and my father pulls me into a tight, but short hug, it's kinda akaward.

My mum hugs me for one last time, and I head out.

"Don't forget Philly, we love you!"

"Yeah.. er.. I love you guys too!"

I kinda do I guess. They're my parents, I'm suppoused to love them. But I can say, for sure, that I haven't truly loved someone. Not really. I had a few girlfriens, but it wasn't love. Those all have barely been crushes, honestly. But they liked me, and I didn't want to hurt them, so.

Here I am. The train station. I hop in to the train. Me, my phone, and my heaphones. My stuff are already in my apartment. Dad took them last week. I haven't been there yet. I have two days before the school strats, to make all that up. Oh well.

I put my headphones in and I allow myself to get lost in my fantasies. This will be a long ride.

I dream of a boy, chocolate brown eyes, and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. For the first time ever, I feel slight tingling in my stomach.

At 6 pm I finally arrive to my destination. As soon as I leave the train, I feel a new, fresh scent enter my nostrils. It's a bit scary, but also encouraging. And with a tigling feeling in my stomach, I head out, into my new life.

Dan's POV

I wake up, after unpleasnt and short sleep. Last night I stayed up till 5 am, just because I couldn't bring myslef to close my eyes. Now I'm sorry I opened them. But still, it is my favourite moment of the day; opening my eyes. Because, there's that split moment when I look up to my ceiling, and I don't feel anything, my bruises do not ache, and my cuts do not burn. Life just is, for that brief moment. Untill I actually wake up and realize what my life really is. What I really am. A disaster.

I should get up, I have to go to work.

I get up.

I clean my cuts.

I bandage them. Cos I don't wanna get an infection of something. If I do, I'll have to go to the doctors, and that would mean that my father would find out about me cutting and that would, well, let's say, result in a slighty unpleasnt result.

I put my work uniform on.

And then I head out. Out the window. Cos if I wake up my dad, I'm dead. Literally.

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A/N: So, this is my new story. I promise I'll update more often on this one, like twice a week. I hope you enjoy it! xx

Also the first chapter is kinda shit but it gets better I promise