Phan Fluff

Rainy Days

Summary: After a horrible day at work, Phil's walk home in the rain turns out to be way better than he expected.
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The streets of London were pouring with rain.

Rain that could be seen flooding down the streets and pavements of the busy city. Rain that could be heard pitter-pattering on the window sills of the tall buildings.

The door of one of these particular buildings had just swung open.

Out of it stepped Phil Lester. Who, having already been made to stay at work late, was not at all excited about the walk home.

Phil hated the rain.

He also remembered as he stepped outside that he'd forgotten his umbrella again (sigh) and his coat (double sigh). This really wasn't a very good day.

As he roamed the streets of London surrounded by workers and tourists, all of whom held varying brightly coloured and patterned umbrellas suspended above them. He couldn't help but feel a sense of envy and longing.

Phil kept his head down low, as though that would somehow shield him from the water that had already drenched him. No one payed any attention to him, they all seemed to have places to go or people to see and certainly didn't have any time for poor little Phil. Or so he thought.

He wasn't sure what had made him do so, but Phil looked up suddenly. Only to see that a path had been cleared for him, the people seemingly had side stepped out of the way leaving a clear walkway...

Well it was almost clear, in fact Phil had thought that it was until he had seen him. A boy. Stood on his own, right in the middle of the pathway.

He was wearing a long black raincoat that was much to long for him, you could barely see the skinny jeans he wore underneath. His feet were adorned with bright yellow welly boots that matched the umbrella in his hand.

It was overall a pretty strange look (but hey, at least he'd been more prepared for the weather than Phil had), yet somehow he seemed to pull it off. Phil thought he looked quite attractive actually.

Foolishly, Phil had spent so much time looking at him that he hadn't even noticed that the boy was walking straight towards him. Even his walk seemed so graceful and angelic while Phil realized that he himself was probably looking the complete opposite.

As the boy reached Phil he stopped for a second, blushing and looking Phil in the eyes, he then held out his arm in which the umbrella was being held and spoke.

'Here... have this, I don't need it'
'I um...' Phil mirrored the boys blush and hesitated, he thought of a million things to say such as 'but it's raining, of course you need it' and 'oh no, really it's okay' but for some reason he went with:

'Thank you' and took the little yellow umbrella. The boy smiled. His eyes seemed to light up, which Phil didn't think was possible especially for someone with brown eyes as this boy seemed to have, but they did and Phil's heart jolted as it happened.

He was so beautiful. Phil could see, now that the umbrella wasn't shielding it, his brown curly hair. It was messy and unkempt but Phil had a strange desire to run his fingers through it.

No. Phil was just being stupid, this boy was way out of his league. He wouldn't want Phil, Phil didn't even know if he was gay and this boy might...

Oh for goodness sake he had only just met him what was he doing?

He thanked the boy once more and turned to leave when...
'Wait!' The boy called.
'What? Do you want your umbrella back?'
'No silly, I wanted to know your name' he giggled.
'Oh. Phil... my names Phil.'
'Well you're very pretty Phil'
What?!

'Thank you' Phil blurted out in surprise, was it his mouth that had just said that? 'And your name is?'
'Dan' the boy blushed.
'Well you're very pretty too, Dan'
Phil replied, looking at Dan whose hair was becoming a little less curly now that it was exposed to the rain.

'Hey, I know you let me borrow this umbrella and all' Phil said thoughtfully, 'but I was thinking that maybe... we could, we could share it?'

For a moment neither of them spoke, they only looked at each other, both unsure of what was happening.
'I... I'd like that' Dan said. As he placed his hand back onto the umbrella his hand brushed against Phil's and Phil had a sudden urge to kiss him.

He wasn't sure what had given it away. Maybe it was the look on his face, maybe he'd said something without even realising, but Dan seemed to have had the exact same thought.

'Can I kiss you?' He said, shyly. Phil didn't speak in reply, instead he leaned in and brushed Dan's lips with his own.

Although Dan had been the one who had asked he still seemed a little shocked as the warmth of Phil tingled against his lips. As Phil kissed him the rain trickled down their umbrella but none of it reached them, they were completely transfixed, despite being in public they felt as through they were alone in this moment.

Dan leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around Phil, who placed his hands in Dan's hair ran his fingers through it. They were both soaking wet from the rain but neither of them cared.

As Phil pulled away he stared back into Dan's eyes, he had completed forgotten his day at work, the fact that he'd forgotten his coat, the inconvenience of the rain...

Did Phil mention how much he loved the rain?