Broken//Phan

Ch. 7

^ExPlAiN hOw I gOt HeRe!! I was watching I Nearly Blinded Myself then contemplations of Dan and Phil sneezing and then... This...

[Dan POV]

We continue walking to one of the coffee shops around the corner. After a few long minutes of walking in silence, I feel Phil hold my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I didn't expect him to do that, so I was a bit shocked for a few seconds, but soon wrap my hand around his too. He looks over and smiles at me as I return the favour. (Did that make sense? Idek)

When we reached the café, we choose one of the many empty booths and sit down. Our hands still interlocked, we sit next to eachother. I was confused as to why Phil held my hand in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. It's comforting and our hands seem to fit perfectly. My chubby fingers slotted with his slender ones. It just feels...

Right.

He makes me feel emotions I have never felt before. They are weird emotions, but I strangely like the feeling, nevertheless. Even though I only met him under 24 hours ago, I feel like I've known him for years and I can talk about anything to him.

It is really tempting to lay my head abut Phil's shoulder, but didn't want to seem weird. He just seems so loving and the kind that would want to help the world.

To add on to his kind and loving personality, fucking hell is he beautiful. He had hair almost as dark as my soul, which contrasted perfectly with his skin paler than snow. His eyes, you could go swimming in those damn things.

But don't even get me STARTED on his laugh and smile. Goddamn, when he laughs, it sounds like a choir of angels had surfaced the Earth for a brief moment. It's the most beautiful thing I have EVER heard! And to add on top, he sticks his tongue out to the side and it's fucking adorable. I just want to hold him close and cuddle him and squish his face, that's how adorable he is. Ugh, why does he have to be so cute!?

When I have seen him, he hasn't laughed too much, but when he has, I thought I was actually going to have an orgasm.

"Hello? Earth to Dan!!" Phil says, waving his free hand in my face.

"Hmm?" I hum in response, looking into Phil's deep blue eyes, feeling my face growing hotter.

"What drink do you want?"

"Oh.. Uh... Just a hot chocolate, but I'll pay."

"No, Dan, I'm paying."

"Phil-"

"It's fine, it's your treat, babe." He says, kissing my temple. I can't argue back, I'm at a loss for words. I feel my cheeks getting significantly warmer. I'm surprised he can't hear my rapidly increasing heart rate.

He gets up to order as I stare at the wall across from where I am sat, confused. I am confused as to what just happened.

Why did he kiss my forehead?

Why did he call me 'babe'?

Why won't he let me pay?

Why-- Next thing I know, Phil is placing a drink in front of me. Was I really thinking for that long?

I take a quick drink, burning my throat slightly.

"Hey Phil?"

"Mm?" He hums in response, drinking his latté.

"How long were you gone for?"

"About..." he checks his phone. "Five to ten minutes?" He says, almost as a question. My eyes widen at that thought.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"You were just... Not even a minute... Now you're... I'm so confused!"

"Dan," Phil places a hand on my shoulder. "Slow down. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." I take a deep breath in attempt to calm down. "I could've sworn you weren't even gone one minute..." He picked up my hand, interlocking our fingers again.

"You're too cute," I hear him mumble. I think I might be going insane. "Don't freak out too much, it happens when you think too much about something."

--

About half an hour later, we have to start heading to school. We walk out of the café, still hand in hand. With my free hand, I play with the hem of my fading black hoodie.

"You know what?" I say while kicking a pebble. "I fucking hate school. It's where and/or when the bad shit happens and I am sick of it."

"Me too Dan, me too. But I try stay and focus, in the hope it'll get me somewhere in life. Y'know?"

"I'm the same, but, I don't know, the bad shit always happens to me." Phil squeezes my hand a bit.

"Even if I can't stop it all together, I'll help to prevent it." He smiles at me. I return the smile, blushing slightly.

As we walk into school, we just stand under a tree and just talk about random things.

When it's time for form, we split ways and begin to walk to our classrooms. Just before we let go, Phil pulls me into a tight hug.

"Survive until atleast period two, please?"

"Phil, it's only like two hours away, I should be fine." I hesitantly let go of him.

"Alright." He kisses my forehead as I blush deeply. "See you soon,"

"Bye." With that, we went separate ways. My body feels bare now. Like something is missing.

For the whole of form, there was one thing, and one thing only on my mind.

Phil Lester.

--

I made my way to my first period. Drama. It says that it is in the 'PAC' .
Where in hell's asshole am I going to find that? Everyone I ask tells me to piss off and find it myself. I pace around the science quad, confused on where to go.

I see a group of students who look my age with a short teacher at the front, laughing and socialising with the group, who she obviously knew well. Some of them at least.

"Ella I thought you didn't like this class eithe-- Oh!! Hello!!" She turned towards me, super chirpy. It's kind of scary. "Do you need help?"

"I-I uh" I take in a deep breath. "I-I'm looking for the PAC?"

"OOOH!! You've come to the right place darling! Just join the group over there," (This is kind of sounding like Tyler Oakley... Dang it, my drama teacher needs to stop being so chirpy! Actually... No... that would suck!)

"So what's your name, kiddo?"

"Uh... Dan," I reply shyly.

"Ah! Dan! Wonderful!" She said, clapping her hands together. "So the year 11's and 12's are using the PAC, so we'll be using the music room." Everyone started walking towards that room and I just follow.

I see someone walk into the boys toilets. Someone who made my blood run cold. Someone who petrified me. Someone who was the core of my nightmares.

Pj Ligouri.