This Guy

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A/N: I don't know if this will ever be any good or get very far... But here goes!

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The smell of cigarette smoke was overwhelming in this club, the smoke dancing its way up to Daniels nostrils and whirling around his foggy mind. Even in the slightly sticky bathroom he could still smell it on his black and expensive-looking clothes and soft brown hair. Dan took a moment to clear his pounding head, the temptation all too real as he stood with shaking hands and stared into the mirror in front. His eyes were a deep chocolatey colour, his lips more pink than suited to his ever so tanned skin tone, and two freckles dotted neatly on his dimpled cheek. Dan let out a small sigh, 'no cigarettes for you, you promised.'

Shoving the heavy door of the bathroom open, the booming music washed over his head, and as he made his way towards the crowd that he arrived with, Dan couldn't help but long to be anywhere else but in this stupid club as he shoved off many a hardly dressed clubber or drunk female that breathed alcohol into his glaring face. 'I'm leaving' he yelled over the still blasting music.

Wayne, a short, bald headed man who was supposed to be Dan's scary ass boss, currently being given a lap dance nodded, hardly paying attention to Dan and he checked his phone for the time. 11:32pm, not too late after all. Dan trudged through the crowd, picking up speed with every step, so desperate to get away from the heavy bass and sweaty bodies that he failed to see someone in his path. They collided with a hefty thud, sending Dan backwards, only just about managing to regain his balance. "Jesus! Watch it!" he sounded more pissed off than intended, and glanced upwards at who exactly he had collided mid air with.

Dan's breath hitched ever so slightly, and his heart began to thud faster than usual as he met the gaze of a pair of blue, glistening circles.

'I um, I'm so sorry I should've watched where I was- I just- Sorry.' The owner of these eyes stuttered, bringing Dan back to reality. He noticed how concerned the other guy looked, and made a conscious effort to soften his gaze.

'No sorry I shouldn't have reacted like that, I was in a rush is all' Dan spluttered, desperate to avoid being entranced by those eyes again, and instead opting to look down at the floor.

What was wrong with him, he was never this... nice... Usually he'd be in the middle of a fist fight right now, but something new had taken over his sensations.

'Where were you going?' The guy asked, his previous look of worry now morphing into a small grin.

'Home, it's disgusting in here.'

'Not really once you start having fun.'

'I dont do fun.' Dan replied stubbornly, he was too tired for this conversation. The blue eyed boy grinned even wider, catching Dan off guard once more.

Holy shit. He thought...

'What?' Dan questioned, ignoring the new person that had tried to pull him onto the dance floor, down side to being half decent looking, he supposed.

'Phil, pleased to meet you. Are you ready to have fun?'

Dan couldn't help but smile, confusion was an understatement in this moment, but something about this 'Phil' made Dan want to stay, at least a little longer, and he allowed himself to be pulled by the wrist into the heaving crowd.

A/N: Short one to start, much love x