kik | a phanfiction [completed]

~ 26

The loud beeping sound struck through Phil's ears as he jolted out of bed and fell face first on the floor.

"What the fu-" he started but caught himself before swearing and ended up just slamming his alarm shut with a grunt. The actual reason for the early alarm during his christmas break didn't dawn on him before walking halfway to his bathroom, yawning. The sleepy intake of air caught in his throat and he halted to an immediate stop.

He was going to see muse today. And even more importantly; he was meeting Dan.

He ran back to his bed and grabbed his phone with so much force it nearly  flew straight out of his grip. Fortunately he tightened his grip around the device before it went flying and he quickly opened it to reveal the time.

8:30.

It was 30 minutes until the train left the station - the station located 20 minutes from his house.

"SHIT!" Phil shouted loud enough for every soul in the house to be awoken. "Why did I set the alarm so late?!" He screeched.

Before his mind could comprahend what his body was doing, his feet had started moving towards the bathroom. The cookie monster pj's he had so peacefully slept in were now flung across the room, left in the dust
of Phil sprinting to the bathroom wearing only his sonic underpants.

He burst in to the bathroom and immediately got in the shower after throwing said underpants god knows where.

The foam and water went everywhere as the ebony haired man washed himself like he'd never washed before. He was in and out of the shower in 3 minutes and sprinted back to his closet to grab the first decent thing he could find. He settled on a jumper with foxes inprinted on it and a teal-ish bomber jacket, along with a pair of black skinny jeans and miss-matched socks.

Phil had never gotten dressed this fast in his whole life. It was like he had just woken up hungover in someone else's bed and was now jumping for his life with one foot in his trousers.

As he was putting on his bomber jacket and getting his phone at the same time, his brother Martyn appeared in the doorframe with a sleep deprived look on his face.

"It's half past eight, Phil". A yawn escaped from the ginger's mouth and he stretched, his back making a satisfying 'crack'. "Why are you awake? And more importantly; why are you running all over the place, waking everyone in the house?"

The younger of the two slipped passed the other with a slight blush tinting his cheeks. "Sorry no time to explain, I'm meeting a very important person today".

Martyn raised an eyebrow and gave his little brother a subtle smirk before following him into the kitchen.

"Who are you meeting then?" Martyn didn't even try wiping the smirk of his face when he saw how flustered the younger one got. "O-oh, you know.. Just some guy".

As if possible, Martyn's sly smile grew even wider. "Uh-huuh, and what will you be doing?"

Phil stopped his frantic running around the kitchen and grinned. "We're gonna go see Muse actually!"

His big brother nodded and smiled genuinely before the smirk formed on his lips once more. "Aaand what will you be doing after?"