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~~ the day of the meetup pt 1~

dan's pov

now usually,, i would not be impressed with my alarm going off at 8am. but today instead of the usual groan of disapproval and turning over to go back to sleep, i was up and in the shower in record time. once i'm out and dry, it takes me about 20 minutes to pick an outfit. i settle for my 'treat people with kindness' harry styles shirt and a pair of black dungarees.

A white pair of trainers and a further 15 minutes in the mirror trying to make my hair look okay, i think i actually look presentable to meet phil again.

my phone rings, it's phil.

fuck. what do i do? i press the green button

"hello?"

"oh bear! you're up! I was going to get a starbucks before the meetup and I was wondering if you and carrie would want to come along? i'd drive you to the park after?"

"oh that would be great thank you! also, bear?"

"oh yeah ahaha, i kinda figured yesterday that you reminded me a bit of a teddy bear"

"doesnt move and is constantly stuffed? yeah i see the similarities"

phil laughs,
"nope. cute, and makes you want to cuddle it constantly"

"oof a good old cuddling session sounds great not gonna liee" i whine, the early (for me, anyway) starting to get to me,

"come over then,"

"phil, i- uh. your meetup is in two hours."

"oh yeah, fuck. i'll pick you and carrie up in 40 minutes?"

"perfect."

"okay bye love"

I put the phone down and i audibly squeak. I have to tell carrie.

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