FanBoy| Phan

Chapter 9

DANS POV

Thursday morning

I was up too early again.
I got up at 6 last time and had loads of time to spare, and I've done it again.
At least I won't have to rush too much.

I combed through my hair, waiting for my straighteners to heat up.
I hummed uprising by Muse which had recently come out as a single and tapped my hands on my desk, impatiently.

My straightener light went green, telling me it was hot enough to use.

I grabbed it and lifted it up to my head, carefully going through small sections of my hair, making sure every single piece of hair was straight.

I couldn't let Phil see my hobbit hair.

I straightened my hair over and over again, before I finally decided that it was enough.

I scrunched my eyes shut and sprayed a shit ton of hair spray over my head before setting it down on my table, staring into my mirror.

I frowned at my reflection and shook my head, sighing slightly to myself.

I turned away and started rummaging through my bed side drawer, trying to find some money.

A knock on my door made me jump out of my skin.

"w-what?" I stuttered, slamming my drawer shut and sitting quickly on my bed.

"We're off to work." My dad notified me.
"Okay." I breathed, giving him a small smile.
He nodded in return and was about to shut the door when he frowned and turned back around.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh?" I replied, feeling my heart sink in my chest.

"Why do you look like you're ready to go out?"

I wracked my brain for excuses, "Oh, uh I uh, I-I'm Skyping a friend and don't want to look like crap I guess." I lied, laughing nervously.

My dad frowned slightly but shrugged and nodded, "Okay, don't stay on your laptop all day. Do something productive."

I nodded, "Will do."

He shot me one more suspicious look before shutting my door.

I let out a long sigh of relief and lay down on my bed, simply breathing for a while.

Today was gunna be a long day..
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"Next stop: Liverpool Street" The train pulled to a stop as several passengers, including myself, got off the tube.

I walked down the train station nervously, not really knowing where I was going.
Phil told me to wait outside Liverpool Street station at 11.

I checked my watch: 10.50

I was ten minutes early, though I'd probably be late if I didn't find out how to get out of here in time.

I followed the crowd, assuming a lot of them were leaving the station.

I jogged up the stairs, panting when I got to the top, realising that this was probably the first bit of exercise I'd done in a while.

I saw two sets of double doors leading outside and speed walked out of them.
The fresh air felt good after being crammed in a stuffy tube for a while.

I looked around at my surroundings and noted that there was a Starbucks opposite me.
I sighed in relief, recalling Phil's message to me last night which read "Wait opposite the Starbucks as you walk out the station"

I checked my watch which informed me that I was still five minutes early so I waited anxiously, tapping my thigh whilst continuously checking my phone every minute.

After the five minutes had passed I had started pacing up and down by the wall, double checking I had got the right time.

It was exactly 11, so he could arrive any second now and be exactly on time right?
Of course.

But as the minutes passed and there were no signs of Phil showing up, I got more anxious.
What if he decided I was too boring?
What If he completely forgot and I look like an idiot?
What if he.. what If he hates me?

Series of 'what ifs' and thoughts of him forgetting about me drifted through my head, making my heart race.

Did I really mean so little to him that he forgot?

More and more minutes flew by, but no black haired boy in plaid showed up.

The familiar feeling of painful thumping in my chest started to kick in as tears welled up in my eyes.
Waves of nausea hit me as I realised I was alone in London, not knowing what to do or where to go.
I felt like my lungs had deflated and my chest had been set alight.
Should I wait a few more minutes?
..He's not coming.

I shook my head quickly, tears dripping down my face.
I bought up my shaking hand, checking my watch.

11.40

He'd really forgotten about me hadn't he?
I tried to take in some deep breaths, attempting to calm myself down.
I couldn't get worked up about this.
I was used to it anyway.

A small sob escaped my lips, I felt so alone in such a big city.
I knew no one.
The next train home wasn't for a few hours so I couldn't go home.
(A/N I know that's not how tubes work but just go along with it😂)
I played with my fingers, my hands still shaking as I tried to figure out what to do.

I looked up at the Starbucks in front of me and decided I might as well get a drink from there.

I sighed and wiped my eyes, letting out a shaky breath and shoving my hands in my pockets, starting to walk over there.

But before I could get far, I heard someone calling my name.
"Dan!"

I whipped around, trying to spot who was calling me.

I saw a boy, slightly older than me with a long black fringe and a red plaid shirt on running towards me.

He did come..

"Phil?" I breathed.

He pulled me into a tight hug, sounding out of breath and worn out.

"I-I'm so sorry my train got delayed and then I couldn't get out of the train station and then I went the wrong way it was a nightmare." He blurted out.

I small smile crept on my face, he didn't forget about me.

I let out a small laugh and squeezed him tighter, "It's okay, you're here now."

He pulled away, "Did you really wait this long for me?"

I nodded, "Yeah, to be honest I came to the conclusion that you'd either forgot about me or decided you didn't want to come"
He frowned, "Why would I do that? I've been looking forward to this since I asked you."

A grin stretched across my face, "Really?"
"Of course, you spork." He giggled.

I couldn't contain my happiness, I probably was bright red but I couldn't care less.

"Let's go get some lunch." Phil laughed.
I nodded in agreement as we started walking to find a cafe.

Even though the day hadn't started great, I knew this would be the best day ever.