V

445 24 4

by waterprkx

by waterprkx

Dan pov;

Phil and I decided to stay at Jubliee gardens, since neither of us had money for a hotel, and neither of us could go home.
Actually, I could, but I didn't want to leave Phil alone.
"Have you ever heard of the arctic monkeys?" I asked.
Phil shook his head. "Who's that?"
"It's a band, they're really good." I went to YouTube and typed in "fluorescent adolescence" and unplugged my earbuds. "This is them." I said, before hitting play.
I set the phone screen-down on the pavement below us.
"The boy's a slag, the best you've ever had."
I noticed Phil biting his lip, staring into the crowd of people. He was focused. I found it cute how he bit his lip and swayed back and forth a tiny bit when he focused on something.
I immediately shook the thought from my head, telling myself I didn't have a crush on him. I couldn't. He couldn't love me.
The song ended. Phil turned and looked at me.
It was at this point I realized I was staring. I quickly averted my gaze down to my phone, not sure what to do.
"How'd you like it?" I anxiously asked, picking up my phone.
"I loved it!" Phil happily said. "That man's voice is angelic."
I smiled. I was glad he was a fan.
I clicked the next song.
"This is called 505." I said, setting the phone down where it previously resided.
I closed my eyes, letting the music go through me.
"But when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck."
I felt Phil looking at me. I quickly became extremely self conscious. Did I have something on my face? Was there something wrong with my hair?

It never dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, he was looking at me in an adoring way. That maybe, he, Philip Michael Lester, liked me too.

331 words