Why Do You Do This? (YouTuber FF) *under editing*

A Day With Phil

The next day, I woke up from the irritating buzzing of my phone. The time read to be 11:00 in the morning. Oops, I may have over slept a bit. It was a text message from a new number.

'Hey Jo, it's Phil. Dan gave me your number. Hope you don't mind :3. I was wondering if you wanted to come over. If you aren't busy of course. X Phil.'

I smiled and immediately replied saying I would love to come. Quickly taking a shower, getting dressed and putting on my usual light makeup, I go out into the hall; knocking on Tyler's door rapidly. Tyler may want to come along and or know my whereabouts. He is like a mother hen sometimes. There was no answer. Knocking on Troye's door, there was the same response. Using my phone, I was about to text Tyler when I see he sent me a text. He when out to breakfast with Troye and they didn't want to wake me up. Shrugging, I walk down the flights of stairs, out into the busy streets of London. The streets have been plowed over night. Making car travel available. The sidewalks have been shoveled, making it easier for pedestrians to walk along. The few trees that scatter the area are capped with a thin layer of white powder. Apparently, it didn't snow much last night. But, what's left reminds me of last night with Dan. How his warm hand was grasping mine, radiating his heat to me despite the gloves we wore. The magical scenery we witnessed. The white flakes drifting effortlessly to the ground we walked on; crunching under our feet.

A smile stretches my lips at the memory. One that will not be soon forgotten. Before entering their building, I stop at the same Starbucks from yesterday. I quickly text Phil, seeing if he wanted anything in which he replied a cup of tea. I ordered exactly what I got the other day, Early Grey and a breakfast sandwich. Since Phil didn't say what kind he wanted, I ordered him the same. Hopefully he likes Earl Grey as much as Tom Hiddleston does. Only true Hiddlestoners will understand that reference. Having memorized the way up, I reach their door in no time. Knocking swiftly first, a voice from inside yells a come in. Struggling to open the door with my hands full with two cups and a bag, I some how manage to succeed. Only because I put one cup on the floor, opening the door then picking it back up. Phil's in the kitchen, sitting on a chair editing a video on his laptop. He greets me with a small 'hey' and a hand movement. It was a mix of a wave, peace sign and a thumbs up. I laugh, setting the items in hand on the island, going back the door to shut it and take off my galaxy vans and leather jacket.

I have decided to go with my classic sweatshirt and leggings, only this time my sweatshirt isn't a plain dark color. Bravely, I decided to wear my pizza sweatshirt. I have seen this online and thought 'Why not getting something different' making me order the sweatshirt along with a cheeseburger, Oreo and a crop top French fry sweatshirt. This has been while I still lived with my mom. She has kept bugging me about when I was going to wear it but I kept telling her that it's to hot to wear sweatshirts. Truth is, I haven't been brave enough to wear it. Since London is cold, I decided that I might as well bring all the bold sweatshirts. Maybe I'll wear them at some point.

Phil closes his laptop and turns to look at me. His jaw drops and his eyes widen, looking me up and down. He large hand cup his cheeks and he let's out a sort of squealing noise. I shift slightly on my feet, awkwardly crossing my arms over my chest as he looks at me. Making me slightly uncomfortable. He stands up, towering over my. How tall is he? He must me six feet, maybe more. Know that I think about it, Dan is quiet tall as well. I'll have to ask how tall they are. But that would be strange to just ask how tall he is. So I'll just Google it.

"I love your jumper. Can I eat it?" He holds the fabric of the sweatshirt between two fingers, stressing the word love. I smile, thanking him.

"No you can't eat my sweatshirt. What would I wear?" Normally, I don't wear shirts under my sweatshirts. I will wear a thin tank top and bra but that's it. I find shirts under sweatshirts to be uncomfortable and blotchy. The shirt would jumble up in one area making it chunky there. It's easier to wear nothing under it.