~ so this is my first Phan fic, oh god. I'm not sure what's going to happen but there will be swearing and possibly trigger warnings, I'm not entirely sure yet, I'll put a warning at the beginning if there is anything triggering that happens. ~
*Dans Pov*
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My alarm clocked belted out the painfully annoying sounds that wake me up from my slumber every morning. But today would be a ,lot different, you see, I've just moved here, to London. I'm originally from America so this whole changing country's and moving to a completely new environment kind of phased me.
I hit the off button on my alarm clock, rolling over on my bed, attempting to get five more minutes rest but to only find myself doing the complete opposite and falling on the floor with a slam. I groaned as I picked myself off the wooden floor, suddenly regretting picking this room instead of the one my brother had with a carpet in. I ignored my reflection as I walked past the mirror that hung on my wall and walked straight into my en suite bathroom, turning the shower on, soon filling the air with hot steam, fogging up the mirror that covered the wall in the small room. I undressed myself and hopped into the shower, covering myself in a minty shower gel that my mum must have bought me before washing my brown locks of hair with a raspberry scented shampoo that would have soon faded by the burnt smell that would be left in my hair from my straighteners.
I turned the shower off and quickly dried myself. I put my slightly fading sonic boxers on and my new school uniform that made me look like I worked in an office, safe to say that i strongly disliked it already. I towel dried my hair, leaving the ends of it to curl slightly. I plugged my straighteners into the wall and left them to heat up whilst I went downstairs to grab an apple to have for breakfast.
Once I straightened my hair a bit too much, I picked up my fairly light rucksack and flung it over my shoulder, waiting for my brother to finish his cereal.
I stood next to my younger brother the whole way to school knowing he must be shitting bricks, I know I am. He's in year 7, the lowest year and I'm in year ten, the second from the last. We headed towards the metal gates, approaching a lot of intimidating teenagers, either smoking or sloppily making out on the sidewalk, or should I say pathway. As we entered the building, I felt even more intimidated, no one looked like the type of people I would get along with. And that's the last thing I wanted. Me and my brother Damian entered a big building that seemed to be where reception was, along with the assembly hall, lockers and the canteen. I walked up to the desk with Damian standing behind me, being too shy to talk to anyone.
"Oh you must be the new boys, let's see..." The woman behind her desk said whilst pushing her glasses up her twig like nose. " Daniel and Damian Howell?" She asked
"Erm yes" I said stuttering my words a bit. Right, I'll call two prefects over to show you where to go, I assume you already have your planners boys?" "Okay thank you, and yes mam we do." I replied with a smile, trying to make a decent impression. "They should have your timetables on the back page of them, please take a seat whilst Chris and PJ come to show you around."
Me and Damian took a seat in the very lonely looking waiting area and I had a look at my timetable to see that I had English first, freaking great.
I heard footsteps approach me and Damian, I raised my head to see two very tall boys, one with sandy coloured hair covering his forehead and one with curly brown hair just the brightest green eyes I've ever seen. I smiled at them and stood up, putting my hand on Damian's shoulder to show my support for him. "Hi! I'm Chris and this is Peej, you must be Daniel and Damian" the sandy haired boy said, sticking his hand out for me to shake, I took it and suddenly realised how sweaty my hand was, crap. "Dan, most people call me Dan" I smiled at them both. " oh sorry, Dan, have you checked to see what lesson you have next or do you want me to check for you?" Peej asked me with a smile. " I have English with Mrs Harvey I'm not too sure about Damian though" I replied, but soon realised Damian had already started talking to someone his age. "Looks like he can find his own way around" Peej smirked at me " anyway, neither of us have English next but we can walk you to your class if you would like? And oh if you haven't already found someone to sit with, feel free to come and sit with us at lunch"
"Oh and watch out for Phil Lester" Peej said.
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I took a seat at the back of the class, slightly worried that someone already sat here. I stared down at my desk at the rude engravings spread across it until I heard the door click open along with many muffled voices. I stayed still with my head down until I felt someone's hot breath against my neck, fuck.
"Oi faggot, you're in my seat" the deep voice said as he pulled the chair back causing me to fall on the floor with a thud, I mentally cursed myself for sitting there as I picked myself up and walked to the front of the room looking for a chair to sit in, that's when I realised that the only spare one there was was next to the black haired boy at the back of the room, the one who pushed me off my...his chair. This is going to be an interesting lesson.
I sighed and rolled my eyes as I approached the back of the class again, taking a seat next to the black haired son of a bitch who decided to push me off a chair. I sat, not taking my eyes off of the white board at the front of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to come in. I tapped my fingers on the desk, making an unknown tune. "Can you fucking stop that? You faggot" the boy next to me growled. I smirked and carried on, knowing it would irritate him. Just when he was about to retaliate to my actions, the teacher walked in and sat in her chair at the front of the room, her hair a bit messy and her lipstick a bit smudged, not to mention how scruffy her clothes were currently looking. She looked straight at me for a while with a confused look on her face, and then she realised. "Oh Daniel Howell is it? Welcome to our class" mrs Harvey said, the boy next to me snickered. "Philip Lester, just what do you find so funny?"
"The fact that you're married and that you blatantly just got off with someone." The boy next to me, who I gathered was called phil quoted. I tried to keep a giggle back.
"I didn't say you could laugh, faggot"phil said. I rolled my eyes at him and said under my breath "twat"
"Do you wanna say that again Fag?" Phil said, standing up from me again, leaning over me.
I rolled my eyes, " I called you a twat, alright, happy?"
"Oh you're fucking in for it" phil raised his fist and shoved it towards my face, I put my hand over his first and shoved it away and stood up, now towering over him. "What gives you the right to punch me, all I was doing was saying what everyone else in the room was thinking of you" I replied, adding a smirk at the end. I I tucked my chair back in and got my doodling pad out of my bag. You see, drawing calms me down. I figured I needed calming down after the last incident.
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Why? - a phanfiction ( danisnotonfire and amazingphil )
FanfictionDan Howell is the new boy from America. Phil Lester is the popular kid and seems to take an interest in Dan, but why?