Delirium (Phan AU/Currently Rewriting)

Chapter 3

Phil's POV
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*1 hour earlier*

Boxes upon boxes pile up in my arms, ready to fill vacant rooms, until finally the moving van is emptied out. My parents chatter lightly downstairs, most likely about me.
The drive from Lancashire to Manchester was grueling. Three hours of deafening silence that could only be broken by a cleared throat or a bathroom stop. Swallowed whole by the quiet, I knew the reason my parents did not speak to me.
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"Son, I don't understand why you're comin' home with black eyes every other day! What are you, a wimp?" My father bellowed, slamming a newspaper on the worn leather couch.

By this point my mum had joined in on the conversation and he eyes filled with worry.

"It's because I'm...gay," the words faintly left my mouth, more like a breath than a word.

"Speak up!"

Tears now brimmed my eyes and my head became stuffed.

"I'm gay! You heard me, I'm a good for nothing gay boy!" I let out my blood curdling words and watched them slowly reached my parents ears.

From that moment, my whole world crashed upon me. I remember sobbing, fists, reprimands. My parents never spoke to me after that, unless it was necessary. I'm grateful for them not kicking me out of the house.
I feel almost bad for them. I blame only myself for my mothers tears, my fathers drinking problem. All they wanted was a regular son.

So I agreed to keep my sexuality a secret here in Manchester. They told me maybe it was "just a phase" and I would change my mind with the new school. I know I might not change, but for my parents, I hope it is just a phase.
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After a long trip all I need is to get this buzzing energy out of my system.

"Mum, Dad, I'm going to the Starbucks around the corner."

My mum gives me an untrusting look before she mutters, "Sure Philip, don't get into trouble."

'You wouldn't care' I think to myself bitterly.

I quickly check my hair and outfit -a maroon colored jumper with jet black skinny jeans- and slip out the door.
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It only takes a few minuets before I arrive at the shoppe. I feel like my body will stiff up with the frost, and I am delighted to find the inside warm and welcoming. People swarm the floors of the Starbucks like rats. I feel anxiety well up inside of me, making it hard to breathe. I can hear my knees clank inside my head as I make my way to the counter.

I take a glance at the menu and decide to just get a quick hot chocolate and go.

That's normal right? Walk into a coffee shoppe and ask for hot chocolate... God Phil just order already.

I look at the cashier before ordering. My mouth goes agape- this is not a man before my eyes, this is an angel. His eyes are earthy brown, chocolatey and deep. Although, nothing compared to his lips, soft and enchanting.

Congratulations Phil, fall in love with a complete stranger at first sight? Check. Anything else on your dumb ass bucket list?

He looks at me and breaks into a smile. That's never happened before, not with a guy, not with a guy this adorable. I smile back, gaining some confidence.

" Could I please order 1 hot chocolate?" The words come out like a whisper instead of a command.

The cashier stands there with puppy dog eyes and a goofy smirk. I can't tell why he is staring at me and I start to feel awkward, my hand clamming up.

" Why are you staring at me?" I ask, at which I mentally slapped myself for being a bit rude.

"Umm...I just wanted to know... whats your name? You know for the order and all..." The boy asks, looking a little flustered.

"P...phil. My name is phil" My hands twiddle back and forth.

I really need to work on talking.

"Phil. I like that name. Anyway, Phil, one hot chocolate coming up!" He lets a proper smile show with pearly whites and dimples. Gorgeous.

That boy will be the death of me.
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The boy makes the hot chocolate, looking back at me every once and a while. He must be wondering why I'm not moving from my place by the register. If I could tell him, I would. I don't even know. I am just sort of frozen in time. My leg seem to rust up like the tin man, leaving me stranded on this island of fear. I am stuck, sneaking glances at the brown haired beauty.

A minute later, he returns with my drink and I pay him. I can't leave though, not just yet. This boy is too good to be true, and too magnificent to loose.

I am going to ask him something, but I don't want to seem like a stupid little boy. So he makes the first move.

"I'm going on break soon, would you.... like to... I don't know, sit and talk or whatever?" He stutterers, shuffling his feet.

"I don't even know your name. You could kidnap me and murder me with an axe for all I know," I say smugly, praying he would give me a name.

He holds out his name tag, which reads:
Daniel
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