R U mine? x phan

5: black hair, blue eyes, pretty faces, and white lies

I hesitated for a moment, do I really trust Phil enough to get into his car? I mean, I barely know him, and what I do know of him isn't very good.

"you coming or what, Howell?"

I opened the door to his matte black Volvo and ducked my head as I slid into the leather seat. I avoided eye contact with Phil, even though I could see feel him staring anyway.

I put my seatbelt on and kept my head down for the first few minutes. Phil put the window wipers on and as he did I looked up at him, god he was so beautiful, no not beautiful... he was breath-taking he was so breath-taking in fact that-

"why are you staring at me Howell" Phil said, keeping his eyes on the road as he turned out of the school car park.

"my name isn't Howell, you know- I mean its my last name but its a bit weird you only calling me by my last name" I shyly said to him, as he turned to make eye contact with me. I looked down at my lap because eye contact is awkward, where do you look anyway? left eye? right eye? glabella? (can I stroke your glabella? ;))

"whatever you say, Howell" Phil said as he smirked at me. he took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my knee, I shuddered, causing him to look over at me.

"are you cold?" Phil asked, he sounded worried? concerned?

"I- um y-yeah I guess" I stammered, flattening my fringe down to try and make my hair at least a bit straighter than my sexuality (I can't even hA) and repositioning my flowercrown.

Phil slowed down at a red light and took off his seatbelt. He started removing his leather jacket.

"W-what're you doing?" I was quite startled at the fact he has just started stripPing right there and then (not that I was complaining ;)) Phil draped the leather jacket over my shoulders. He was staring at me for a few seconds and I could feel my cheeks growing pink. I don't know why he was staring but he must've been staring for too long because the person behind us started to frantically wave and press their car horn as we realised it was a green light. Phil was quickly brought back into reality and we were soon driving down the dimly lit streets.

The sun had started to set, even though it was only 4:30pm, I guess it's because it is November. I leaned against the window and watched as the sky faded into pretty pinks and purples, I took my phone out if my bag and snapped a picture of it, that was so going on my tumblr later.

"You know, the sky isn't anywhere near as pretty as you are, Howell" I heard Phil say, confidently. He was still looking at the road but he had that same goddamn smirk on his face. He moved his hand from my knee to my thigh, I forgot all about the fact that he was resting his hand on my knee. I looked down at his hand, then back at him. His manly arms were exposed and so were his tattoos. He had sleeves on his arms and one I couldn't quite make out, that was poking out the top of his shirt and onto his neck. I didn't reply to him, only smiled and looked back at the sky, which was now different shades of oranges and reds.

"Where do you live then?" Phil asked, tracing small circles on my thigh.

"Fawn Lane.. it's just round the corner then-"

"i know where it is, Howell" Phil took his hand off my knee and back onto the steering wheel, I looked up at him for a second, his hair was slightly damp from the rain and his eyes looked as beautiful as ever in the dim light.

I opened my mouth to say something when suddenly Phil's phone rang, he took one hang off the wheel and dug into the pocket of his ripped, black jeans, he pulled out his phone and clicked the answer button.

"hey babe" the voice on the other line said, sounding very flirty- it was obviously one of Phil Lester's girlfriends, he usually had one for about 3 days, fucked her, then dumped her. Although he had fucked boys he had never dated any of them, he'd just done it at parties or in threesomes or whatever- I, on the other hand am a virgin. Iv'e had girlfriends in the past but its never been anything close to serious and the farthest we'd have gone was making out and maybe a blowjob.

"Bex I can't talk right now, I'm busy, go talk to one of your friends or something" Phil snapped at the girl, I recognised her name, I think she was in my form. She was a nice girl, but to say the least she was a bit of a slag. Phil ended the call before Bex had time to say anything and shoved his phone back into his pocket, muttering something along the lines of "For fucks sake that girl never leaves me alone"

"Don't you think you should be treating her with a bit more respect? She is your girlfriend you know Phil" I say to him, because it's true, as annoying Bex may be, she is his girlfriend.

"Don't you have better things to be worrying about, like your man crush, and don't deny it, Howell I know you're gay.. especially after this morning." Phil says, without taking his eyes off the road, but still giving me his goddamn smirk.

"I-uh" I stammer, remembering the events from earlier that morning.

Phil stops the car, unbuckles his seat belt  and turns to look down at me, the smirk still on his face. He inches closer to me, I gulp as he closes the gap between our bodies.  Just as his lips brush past mine, he whispers in my ear "You getting out or what, Howell?" He smirks and leans over my body to push open the passenger door.

I sit still for a moment, looking into his mysterious, deep eyes. The smirk on his face gets bigger and he starts to laugh quietly to himself. He sits back into his own seat and stares at me, still laughing. I realise I had been staring way too long. I feel myself blush as I fiddle with the seat belt. Phil reaches over me and slides his hand across my crotch towards my seat belt, I shiver as he does so and he just smirks to himself. He undoes my seat belt for me and I mutter a shy "thanks" as I get up to leave. I shut the car door behind me and feel the rain hit my face. I start walking slowly up my path and turn back to see Phil smiling. I smile shyly back and wave with my sweater paws. I open my front door and close it behind me to watch as Phil drives off into the distance.

Is he really as bad as everyone thinks? He seemed pretty nice to me today. I was genuinely excited to see him again tomorrow, maybe he will talk to me again. I head upstairs and get changed into my pastel yellow pyjamas, read a chapter of my favourite book, and slowly drift off into sleep.

I fall asleep to the thoughts of guys with black hair and blue eyes, pretty faces, and white lies.