mnemophobia | dh + pl

three

a/n: sorry it's been a while since I updated, i was busy finishing up fix me.

i tried to make up for the tardiness by making this chapter longer. It's like I was inspired to write but not motivated, y'know?

HAPPY BELATED 4TH OF JULY TO ALL MY AMERICAN READERS! USA USA USA USA U—

phil's pov

"Hey, Phil?" Liam walked into my office, leaning against the doorframe.

I looked up from the sketch I was working on. "Yes?"

"I was thinking—"

"Oh no."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Look, I kinda pissed Lizzie off last night."

Lizzie was Liam's girlfriend of three years. She was sweet but had a temper that could give the devil a run for his money and held grudges to the grave.

"Ooh," I winced, "what did you do?"

"I forgot to do the dishes...again. I was thinking that I could maybe make it up to her with some sort of gift. You know, like a stuffed animal, chocolates, flowers, maybe?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay...? Why are you telling me this?"

A smug look began to creep onto the man's face. "Well, I'm kinda swamped with bookwork over here and I was thinking that maybe you could run down to that flower shop and pick something out for me?"

I gave Liam a skeptical look. "Is this some lame excuse for me to go talk to Dan?"

"Okay, maybe," Liam grinned guiltily. "but I really do need to buy some sort of 'I'm sorry' gift for Lizze before she bites my head off."

I rolled my eyes, standing up. "Whatever. I'll get you your bloody flowers."

"Thanks mate." I received a punch on the arm. "Knew I could count on ya."

"Shut up," I mumbled, taking a twenty-pound note from Liam's bag.

"Oh, and Phil? If you don't make some sort of move on Dan I'll do it for you, and I don't think either one of us wants that to happen again."

I groaned, recalling the last time Liam had interfered with my love life. "Alright, Alright! I'll ask him for his number or something..."

"Brilliant!" Liam grinned, seemingly pleased with himself.

...

A bell jingled as I pushed the front door open, it's high-pitched chime hanging in the air.

"Welcome to Spring Morning, how can I help you?" Dan recited in a preppy tone. He was busy rearranging a display table and had his back towards me.

"I'm looking for flowers that can make up for not doing the dishes?"

Dan spun around. "Phil, hey! How are you?"

"I'm good," I responded, "and you?"

"I'm doing well, thanks," He grinned, "So you said you needed flowers for what?"

"Not doing the dishes."

Dan laughed mirthfully, it was almost a giggle. "That's quite specific. Who are they for, your girlfriend?"

"Oh no," I clarified, watching Dan as he hurried around the shop, "My friend's girlfriend, actually." Dan gave me a funny look. "I'm not giving them to her! I was just asked to come pick them up," I elaborated.