Just some Phan I have no clue what type of story I'm writing. I'll be adding one shots to the book whenever I feel like it. Not all of them will be all fluffy and sorts but most probably will be.
There will be some major feels in maybe 3-6 of the...
since i'm trash i'm just going to name these stories after songs.
song : she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook - frnkiero andthe cellabration.
pls tell me you're actually listening to these...right?
also just so you know this story revolves around a kidnapping, nothing kinky, maybe some smut (no rape) i dunno. also, phil is a lot more masculine in this fic so prepare for hot woodworking philly. hope you like it!
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i felt the cold hands on my body as i was pulled into the car, there was no time for me to scream, none whatsoever. i waited there and cried. i heard the ragged breathing "you're a fighter, aren't you?" i whimpered, what does he want with me? "i guess you might be asking yourself why i chose you, don't you?" i stopped breathing for a second before he spoke once more "yeah, that's what i thought. i just don't want to be alone anymore, and you're kind of cute..." my face flushed red, why was he flattering me, shouldn't he want to kill me or something? maybe i've just seen too many horror films.
he looked back at me, he was so pale, never have i ever seen someone with such prominent features.
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i wonder what he's going to do with me, he said that he took me because he was alone but why me? had he seen me before? there were so many questions running through my head but only time (if i had any) would tell me those answers. he began to drive away, i was slouched in the backseat watching everything fly by, i guess you could say i was scared but not really because i know that no one will look for me and nor would anyone notice that i'm gone, i'm no one, he took a no one... i laid down in the back of his car and fell asleep, he didn't say anything but he occasionally looked back at me making sure i wasn't dead or gone, i guess.
i was awakened when the car pulled over, it was really dark and quiet outside. "come here." his voice was smooth, like caramel, i scooted over and followed his voice "who are you?" he sighed "don't make any noise and i'll tell you." he looked like a anthony to me but hell i'm always wrong, i nodded and he picked me up "don't worry i won't hurt you." he blindfolded me and carried me somewhere, i could feel his heartbeat against my arm, it was fast, he was scared.
i held onto him like my life depended on it, which it did. he carried me into a small house like structure, it was warm and homey, it didn't feel like i was just kidnapped, it felt like i was being taken home by my newly wedded husband, everything felt so right yet it was so wrong.
"i hope this is warm enough for you." he was looking at the floor and sat down in a small chair "so...who are you?" he bit his lip and looked at me "you aren't gonna try to leave are you?" i shook my head, it still didn't feel like a kidnapping, it felt like staying over at your best friend's house, he sighed "my name's phil...phil lester." i knew i was gonna be wrong, i always am "i'm dan howell." he smiled nervously "you look like a dan, which i presume is just a nickname and you're actually a daniel." i nodded.
