Thomas Sanders x Reader

13

I shifted from one foot to the other as we waited for the plane. We were just standing in the airport, listening to the sounds of screaming, awful music choice, and the squeal of shoes on the tile floor.

Yes, I was rather bored.

Now, it didn't all suck. Thomas had his hand around my waist, and I was slowly losing sense of time. Every now and again, Phil would poke Dan in the side and Dan would laugh and poke Phil back. They were being quite cute.

When the announcement finally came on for our plane departure, my heart raced. I had never flown in a plane before. I suppose I had, but not in a crowded plane. It was private and it was a crop duster.

Thomas sensed my nervousness and pulled me closer. "Don't worry. We will be together. Nothing will happen."

I couldn't help but believe him when he put it like that. I smiled and walked forward. Dan and Phil were right behind us, following our step.

When we arrived on the plane, I was overwhelmed with how compact it was and how loud it got. We got into our seats and sat silent for a while.

Needless to say, I didn't like it much.

So I did what any extrovert would do and challenged everyone to a large Rock Paper Scissors battle.

"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" I shouted. I pulled out a rock, Thomas was paper, Phil was rock, and Dan was scissors. Phil and I groaned as Thomas placed his hand over ours in defeat. Dan made a cutting noise and closed his two fingers, "scissors" around Thomas' hand, "paper".

It went on until we were informed we were taking off. Then it got really quiet as I thought over each awful scenario in my head.

We could hit some awful turbulence that sends us falling out of the sky to our inevitable death

We could get hijacked and flown to some deserted land and kidnapped

We could get shot down

We could die

Oh god I don't want to die

I HAVEN'T EVEN MET BRANDON URIE YET!

Thomas began singing in my ear and placed his hand on my knee.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in

"Augh. I am hopelessly in love with you Elvis." Thomas laughed. "Me too, (Y/N)."

I pulled out my phone and clicked on Crossy Road. I held it up and shook it around to get there attention. "Crossy road battle?"

Dan grinned menacingly. "TO THE DEATH!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes as I opened the game. "Well someone is a little excited."

*****

I happily skipped up to the car. "Oh my god, it feels great to finally be out of the plane."  Phil laughed. "Me too, (Y/N)."

As we climbed in the car, Thomas stated, "We haven't yet discussed what our video will be about." I nodded in agreement. Dan tilted the mirror from his place in the drivers seat to look at us. "You'll see when you finally arrive at our place."

I bounced in my seat. My heart kept screaming because not only was I with, and dating, Thomas Sanders, THE Thomas Sanders, I was also going to DAN AND PHIL'S FLAT.

And I always thought dreams stayed in your head.

Thomas, Phil, and I sang happily all the way there. Dan sat and smiled at us, watching the road. Just before we got stuck in traffic, I pulled out my phone and played Welcome To The Black Parade.

Dan jerked his eyes away from the road and slammed on the brakes. "Wh-"

The G-note played.

Phil grinned broadly. Thomas raised and eyebrow. I laughed triumphantly.

When I was
A young boy

Dan sang along, gripping the steering wheel and rolling his eyes at me.

We finally got to the flat complex and I walked with all the confidence I had through the doors. I took in all the people, the different corridors to different rooms, and the outdoor pool.

I continued walking behind them with my confidence swagger until I tripped on the first step up to the second floor and broke my swagger. And my ego.

We laughed about it and Phil shared the story of how he once ran right into a chair and just toppled right over even though the chair was right in front of his face.

We each added our own embarrassing tales until we finally reached the door to their flat.

"Are you ready?" Phil asked. I shook my head. "I've never been ready." They all looked at me. I just smirked and shook my head. "Open the door."

Their was a few "suspenseful" seconds until Dan swung the door wide open to reveal and open living room and a large kitchen. I ran right to the kitchen and asked, "Is it okay if I eat something?"

Dan laughed. "Yeah, I'm going to eat too." Phil followed him in and Thomas shrugged and walked to me.

I ended up with a can of Pringles.

I ate them happily as they gave us the grand tour. I shrieked as Dan showed his room. They looked at me. "Right. Neighbors. Volume. Okay."

We then just lamely sat on the couch and I scrolled through all the British channels. Britain was so much cooler than America.

"Do you guys remember when you did BBC Radio One?" They looked wistfully at each other and nodded. Phil looked at me and smiled. "It was actually the beginning of a true Phan relationship."

Without looking at him, I muttered, "I knew it."

I finally selected a channel then, seeing as it was on commercial, brought up the YouTube video again.

"So what's the idea?" Thomas put his hand in mine as we waited for our answer.

"What about a good ol' couples truth or dare?"

"Sounds good to me. Thomas?" He shrugged. "I don't see why not." They smiled. "Awesome."

We got into detail about when we would start the video and when we would edit it and whatnot. Then the show turned back on and our attention turned to it.

It was Family Guy.

That night, I thought about how awesome my life had gotten. Thomas Sanders, Dan Howell, Phil Lester...it was like a beautiful dream come true.

And as I snuggled closer to Thomas, and heard two all-too familiar voices share "I love you"'s, I realized that 1) The walls were incredibly thin and 2) There was no other place I would rather be.

A/N: LOOK! AN UPDATE! Kind of a tiny uneventful one, but it's up and moving the story along. I'm glad to see so many of you are enjoying it. I'm going back and editing some parts so that way this can be both a Male!Reader and a Female!Reader novel.
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Q: What would you do if you met Dan and Phil?
A: I might faint. Or scream. Or hug them. Or cry. Or stand rooted in my spot. Fangirl. Something dramatic. I don't know, but it more than likely wouldn't be pretty.
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