Dream Come True¦Phil Lester A/U fanfic[MAJOR EDITING BEING DONE]

Chapter 23

Dan

"Best date ever!... Well, first date ever... But still, best date ever!" Lottie said after sipping her bubble tea.

We were sitting on the edge of one of the water fountains, in Trafalgar square.

"I had an awesome evening, Lottie" I replied as I finished my tea and put my empty cup beside me.

"So did I! And these bubble teas are delicious! I just love how the ball pops in your mouth, bursting with flavor! Kinda like you" Lottie said.

"Like me?" I said confused.

"Yeah, you're like the bubbles in my bubble tea! I looked at the bubbles when they handed it to me, and thought "I dont think I'll like this" but I tried it. And when I bit into my first bubble, it knocked me senseless! Full of so much love and flavor that I didn't need a second one!" She explained.

"Wow, you should be a poet or something, that was amazing!" I said.

"Like you" She tapped on my nose. "I honestly don't know how I lived without you, Dan Howell" She said after she kissed me softly.

Which kinda reminded me of-

Phil!

I pulled away and the checked the time.

20:59pm

Shit x64!

How long will it take to get there?

And Lottie won't let me leave since it's written into the book.

"Lottie, how do you fancy going to Crimsons house?" I asked.

"Why? We're on our date" She said.

"Yeah, I know. We'd still be on our date, I was just wondering how Crimson was... How about we bring her some bubble tea?"

"We're still on our date, right?" She said.

I nodded.

"Okay! Let's go" Lottie jumped off the edge of the water fountain.

Crimson
(A/N Warning! I think! Crappy smut ahead, but viewer descretion is advised! Xx)

Phil vigorously pushed me onto my bed, spreading my legs apart.

The yoga didn't help by the way.

I had just about put some music on, and 'Teenage dream' was playing for some reason.

Obviously, Phil didn't care for my music taste, because I didnt put it in the book.

Phil then straddled me-with our clothes still on- and slowly began to leave a road of kisses, starting with my face, down to my neck and the top of my breast where my dress started, skipping my torso and straight to my thighs.

"Your dress is getting in the way" he said in a low haunting way.

He flipped me over and unzipped my dress, taking my both parts to my underwear with it and pulling it down to my ankles.

What did I write for this part? I thought as I heard Phil take off his trousers.

Oh yeah...

"Holy Shit!" I screamed as Phil jammed his hard length into my ass.

Is this what it feels like to be torn apart?