Waiting for You // Phan

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Dan's POV

No no no no no no. This isn't what is supposed to happen. This isn't happening. Am I imagining things? I'm imagining things.

Then why does it feel so real?

Dan froze, his body stiff, as the crowd made the way wildly inside, all cheering and shouting. They all queued up together, got food together, and sat together. Well, a few stragglers were still getting food. One of them could be his soulmate? Maybe?

What had happened? This was supposed to be his moment, his turn to meet his soulmate, and it had been stolen from him. Stolen by a crowd of stupid kids. What would he do now? Somebody there was his soulmate and must be going through the same internal struggle. But he didn't have the nerve to find them. He couldn't.

He was just plain Daniel Howell. He wasn't brave and reckless enough like Louise to go ask people. Wasn't charming or charismatic like PJ enough to be invited to a table. He was awkward, quiet, and as he said before, plain.

Although there had been a moment, he thought, when the crowd had entered the room, one of the boys had met his eyes. Dan remembered the beautiful shade of blue he had seen, as if those eyes held all the oceans of the world in them. He thought that those blue eyes were even more beautiful than PJ's green ones. The boy in question had also had striking jet black hair, perfectly straight, in a fringe across his forehead, and the combination of blue eyes and black hair made Dan's stomach lurch.

But that was ridiculous. It had only been for a second. Dan was probably just grasping at straws now. In fact, he'd probably imagined the boy anyway, so desperate for a soulmate he made one up.

He was alone.

He didn't notice the blue eyed boy staring at him from the other side of the canteen as he put his head in his hands.

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Phil's POV

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Quiet. That's all he wanted right now. To leave the bustle of the canteen and find a place to hide. He was sure that there were many in this huge place. A supply cupboard, maybe? They were always reliable places if you didn't want to be found.

Yes, Phil was popular. He had loads of amazing friends he could hang out with, laugh with and just have fun. But today, he was having one of those days when he just wanted to be left to his own thoughts.

Today was the day he was supposed to meet his soulmate. Supposed to. But that hadn't happened. Instead, he had been forced with a group of people into the canteen, with no chance of seeing a new face, a new face that would be his partner for life.

So Phil had laughed along with the rest of his friends, but had loitered at the back of the lunch queue, so he could have a private moment to himself.

He couldn't believe he had screwed up the most important day of his life. He just - it had to be impossible, right? Nobody didn't have a soulmate.

Phil sighed inwardly and picked up whatever was left for him to eat. He didn't even look at it, he didn't care. He was so annoyed at himself he had an urge to punch a wall. But he didn't, because Phil Lester was a rational human being and model student and did not go around punching walls.

That's when he heard it. The soft sounds of someone crying. He turned his head and saw a boy sat alone with curly brown hair with his head on the lunch table, crying his eyes out.

Phil, being the good person he was, immediately went over to the crying boy and put his hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" He asked, honestly feeling bad for the boy.

"Ye-ah... I-I guess..." The boy looked up at Phil, and Phil felt his heart leap in his chest. He had round eyes the colour of dark coffee, a angular nose and full lips. A few freckles dotted his face here and there, and his curly hair fell in waves over his forehead, apart from one stray curl that hooked by his right eyebrow.

Phil couldn't help it. He sat down on the bench next to the brown eyed boy and hugged him.

I should not be doing this. I should not be doing this. I'm supposed to be finding my soulmate, not comforting cute crying boys...

Phil looked at the boy earnestly. "Tell me what's wrong, I want to help." Phil honestly did. This boy, whoever he was, had made an impression on him. Which was weird. Nobody had really made an impression of any kind on Phil before.

The boy's expression suddenly hardened and his look became reserved. He spoke quickly and to the point.

"Oh nothing is wrong everything's fine you don't need to help me if you could just leave me alone, please?" his voice cracked on the last word.

Phil bit his lip. "If you're sure..." The boy with the brown hair looked away from him and at his half eaten lunch and nodded.

Phil stuck out his hand. "If you need anything, I'll help. I'm Phil Lester by the way. It's nice to meet you." The boy didn't shake his hand, but mumbled. "I'm Daniel. Daniel Howell. Bye." Phil pit his hand down and smiled. "See you around, Daniel Howell."

Phil walked away from the table and stuck his hands in his pockets. The it reason he was leaving was because Daniel Howell had asked him too. And Phil thought it was best to leave him alone.

But Daniel Howell had seemed really upset about something. Really upset. Phil paused for a moment to think about it. What could upset somebody so much that they broke down unexpectedly in the middle of a college canteen?

He couldn't be-

No. There was no way whatsoever that he was in the same situation that Phil was in.

But Phil decided to keep an eye on Daniel Howell from now on. Just in case.

Because when you were looking for love, you had to take any chance you got.

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Well guys you now have your first insight of Phil's mind! Great. *pitiful applause*

Shoutout to the slightly septiplier obsessed QueenSepticEye - aka the human innuendo

Bye bye potato fritters x