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Our First Weekend

Description: Dan goes to meet Phil for the first time. Written in Dan’s POV.

Warnings: None, because it’s more fluff! It’s also kinda long, but not long enough to break into chapters. So take some time with this one. I’m really proud of it, and I think it’s worth it. 

    I don’t know how I ever got through the ride there. I had to stand for the whole two hour ride, just because the only open seat was next to some guy who looked like he might open his large coat and expose himself to me at any moment. I probably could’ve gotten someone to give me their seat, but who are we kidding. I can’t talk to strangers now, so I certainly couldn’t back then. I’ve always been pretty awkward. But like I said, I stood the whole way, and it sucked. I only did it because I knew when I stepped off the train, he’d be there. I’d finally meet him. So when it did stop, I ran to the door and pushed some people aside. Whatever they were there for couldn’t have been even half as important as meeting him. The doors opened, and I swear my legs turned to jelly. I managed to wobble out, and of course, there he was. He was facing away from me, but I could’ve recognized him if he was upside down and 3 miles away. It was him. It was really him.

    Phil- How do I begin to describe what it was like really seeing Phil for the first time? How can I even begin to articulate the way that my stomach was flipping and twisting and my heart was jumping and my mind was blank and my face was reddening and how I was sure I was visibly shaking? Well, that was actually a pretty good description right there. He was tall, taller than me, and his hair was shiny and it looked so soft that it took all of me not to ambush him and bury my face and hands in it. He was on his phone and still hadn’t turned towards me. I stepped closer, and I felt ill. I realized he had headphones in, and if I ever wanted to hear his voice un-distorted by cameras and mics on laptops, I’d have to be the one to start the conversation. I put out a wobbly arm and touched his shoulder. I saw him click to pause his music, and then he turned and just.. Oh my god. His eyes were.. And the way his fringe was hanging in his face was.. and just his face in general… I couldn’t speak to save my life. I was mere centimeters away from Phil Lester, and he had just acknowledged my existence and oh my god I touched his shoulder. He didn’t seem phased by my silence. Instead, his face broke into a smile and he spread his arms.

    “Dan! You’re here!” I felt my cheeks burning. You might think you know what Phil sounds like, but until you’ve hear him talk directly to you, until you’ve met him right up close, you know nothing. He sounds like a literal ray of sunshine, I swear. He wrapped his arms around me for what was, and still is to this day, the best hug I have ever gotten. I still couldn’t talk, and he chuckled at me. “What, cat got your tongue?” he joked, poking me in the ribs. I laughed loudly before clapping a hand over my mouth. God, I sounded dorky. But he seemed to like it, and his eyes lit up. “Oh, that was cute! Are you ticklish or something?” I shook my heard quickly, but he saw past my lie and did it again. I laughed and shook around, trying to make him stop.

    “Phi- Phil, stop it! Okay, I’m ticklish!” He smiled. “There, that got you to talk!” I realized that was the first thing I had ever said to him face-to-face, and I felt my face go even redder. He put and hand on my back. “Now tell me everything about you. I need to know all there is to know about Dan Howell.” My stomach went fluttery hearing him say my name. “You already know all there is to know, Phil. We’ve talked on Skype for ages.” He shrugged and pushed me along. “Then tell me again. I like your voice.” If we’re being honest, I’ll say I almost burst into tears of joy at that point. Here I was, walking along with my idol who was telling me that me being ticklish was cute and that he wanted me to talk just for the sake of him hearing me talk. But I shook my head. “No, you’ve heard it all. Tell me about you instead.” Phil sighed and ran a hand back through his hair, fluffing it. “Well, okay. You’ve heard most of it, but I guess there’s some stuff. And we’re a little ways away from my house, so we have time I guess.” My heart started pounding in my ears. He was taking me to his house? As if to read my mind, he put his lips by my ear and whispered, “My parents aren’t home for this weekend. We have the house all to ourselves.” I bit my lip so hard I think I drew blood. That was the moment I knew, I was in for the weekend of my life.