Cold, Empty Mattresses and Falling StarsI

I do not own this story i am just reposting it from tumblr to make it easier to read. It is orriginally by Shelley and can be found in its original format at pianodan.co.vu

So this was supposed to be my pbb fic before I dropped out bc ~reasons~ but I figured I'd still finish and post it anyway. I'm sorry this has been so long coming; I've been working on this on and off since july, I've had to weave it in and out of my suddenly hectic schedule consisting of work, a-levels, and more work ever since I've started college, I've changed and rewritten and altered so many little things it's nearly driven me crazy over the course of those months so now I'm just so glad I'm finally able to share this with you. It isn't much, I guess, but I hope it's enough.

I really took to this prompt. I live in an area that stands in a strange middle ground between rural and urban. I come from a fairly big town in which I've lived my whole life, I'm no stranger to traffic and congestion and crowds and buildings, and London; the capital, the biggest, brightest, most densely populated city in England sits only about forty-five minutes away from me. Somehow, despite this, where I live I'm also surrounded by miles and miles of desolate countryside with no signal or sight of another person after so little as a ten minute drive out of the town; meaning I'm surrounded by the stars. Which, if you know me, subsequently means I spend a lot of time looking at them. Although they're both polar opposites, I feel as if I relate to and make up the elements of both Dan and Phil in this fic.