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The noise was too much to handle.
He left the house of his drunk friends. Escaping from the party to see the clear night sky. He breathed out and saw his breath. Grinning, he made his way down the cold London streets looking for a coffee shop open as late it was.
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Once he had seen a quiet and cosy little café he looked across the street to if any cars or late night busses were passing, none were there. He ran across the road and opened the door. As he walked in he got blasted with heat and a welcoming scent of coffee and vanilla.
He ordered a caffè latte and sat in a cosy looking armchair facing opposite the door. The barista came over with his coffee and sat it down on the table, as he checked his phone he seen it was under 20% and turned of in case it would run out.
"Y'know books exist" says a deep voice.
He jumped out his skin and turned around to see a man with paper-white skin, ebony hair and sparkling diamond like eyes.
"Phil". "My name's Phil" he said cheerfully.
"Umm... mine is Dan"
Phil sat down next to him. This confused Dan since people tend to ignore or attempts to stay away from him.
"So what's your favourite coffee"
"What?"
"I said 'What's you're favourite coffee" Phil replied.
Umm... Latte I guess." Dan replies making his answer sound more like a question.
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After a while of talking they both knew they both knew an extensive amount of information about each other.
"I'm sorry but it's closing time" said the barista who was currently sweeping the room.
"That time already" Phil chuckled
They both left the coffee house to see it was a light pinkish outside.
"Morning already." Dan mumbled.
Phil just said "well, I'll see you soon Daniel Howell."
"Wait!" Dan softly yelled.
Umm... I don't have your number."
"Oh here" Phil said as he wrote his phone number on the back of Dans hand in sharpie.
"L8tr sk8tr" Phil shouts as he turn the corner.
Dan stared at the freshly tattooed number and sighed, walking down the street.
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Coffee ⇒ D.H. & P.L.
Fanfiction"So what's your favourite coffee" "What?" "I said 'What's you're favourite coffee" -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• I sadly don't own Daniel Howell or Philip Lester, but I do own some of the characters...
