The Four Lovers.

Chapter Four

Hi everyone! I’m Maya and I have the privilege to write in this story! Yayayayayayayayayay! XOXO -Maya

So Maya will be writing her P.O.V. from now on! She is very good! Anyway enjoy the story! ~Elena

Maya's P.O.V.

“Okay breathe, and don’t stop.” I muttered to myself as I made my way towards Phil. Quickly, I glanced over at Elena who was blushing like a tomato. I hope Dan was nice to her. 

“Hi.” A pair of shocking blue eyes met mine, when I looked away from Elena and Dan. Phil chuckled when I looked down at my feet in embarrassment. What should I do?

“Erm, hi.” I managed, but only whilst looking down at my converse. Ooh, I don’t think life could get anymore embarrassing. 

“So, what’s your name?” He asks. His skin looks so smooth, I just want to engulf him in an everlasting hug. Okay, focus. Name. Name, name, name. What’s my name? Oh right!

“It’s Maya. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m telling you my name! This is like such an honor, I never even thought I would like meet you, but here you are!” Then, not being able to help it, I let my goofiest smile splay on my lips. Just, when he thought I wasn’t looking, Phil’s eyes grew so huge, I thought they would pop out of his head. 

“Hey Phil?” Phil and I both turn our heads in the direction of Dan and Elena, who are now holding hands. Oh! Good for her! 

“Yeah?” Phil answers patiently, as I try to send Elena a wink, but she doesn’t catch it, as she is staring at Dan. 

“Me and Elena are going to ShakeAway. We will meet you back at the flat, okay?” He asks. Phil doesn’t take a second to reply.

“Alright, I will see you then.” He answers and sends Dan a thumbs up. We then turn back to face each other, with only the sound of Dan and Elena’s feet padding away from us. 

“So do you ship Phan?” He suddenly asks, out of the blue. I wonder why he would ask such a thing, seeing as they don’t normally care.

“I would only ship you guys, if you were together, but I know that it probably annoys you that people think that Phan is a real thing.” I tell him, and smile at him again. I can’t help it. It’s just the way he looks at me, makes me want to melt into a little puddle. 

“Ah, cool.” Is all he can say. It hits me that Phil, isn’t very bold. He seems very nervous and unsure. I wonder what could make him this way. 

“Wanna walk back to the flat or something?” He asks, this time more nervous then ever. I nod my head and take his hand. It was warm and smooth, and fit in mine perfectly. Instead of jerking his hand away, he squeezes mine and lets a smile appear. His smile was so beautiful, it made me want to faint. I kept back from blushing and started to skip. He seemed strained at first, but then our steps/skips fell into a pattern and we skipped down the streets of London, heading back to his flat.