www.prince.com [phan]

the coffee is ok i guess

Phil's morning had been quite relaxing until he realised that he was supposed to film a video today. He had made pancakes (using Delia's recipe, of course) and watched anime for three hours until he checked his twitter and saw people asking if he'd started filming the video yet.

Shoot.

Well, that's why you shouldn't tweet about filming stuff (especially when you've got 5 million twitter followers). The black-haired man knew that he really should start recording, but, being a procrastinator, Phil decided that he should get a coffee first. He headed to the closest coffee shop which was a Starbucks. Usually, he preferred to go to Costa Coffee, but he decided to embrace his inner white girl, and he was going to order a Pumpkin Spice Latte. The queue wasn't too long, but behind him there was a tall boy wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses, and a...bodyguard? He looked like a bodyguard.

"Ehm, sir?" The girl behind the counter said. Phil turned around immediately, "Oh, yeah, sorry. Ehm, could I have a Pumpkin Spice Latte, please?" When he ordered it, he heard a laugh behind him, which was quickly (and badly) disguised as a cough. Phil decided to ignore it, and paid for his drink. Due to procrastination, the YouTuber sat at a table in the coffee shop. He watched all the customers for a while, and saw the boy in the hoodie whisper something to his bodyguard. Wait, was it his bodyguard? Why would he need a bodyguard? Phil wanted a bodyguard. Hmm, maybe he could order one on eBay. How much would they-

"Ehm, excuse me", An articulate voice said. Phil looked up. "I'm a big fan, and I was wondering if I could get a picture?"
It was the hooded boy he had been wondering about. He smiled. "Of course!"

The boy sat next to him, grabbing his phone, and taking off his sunglasses. As he turned to Phil, the bodyguard's jaw clenched.  Holy shit. It was Prince Daniel James Howell.

"Ehm, I-ehm, y-you're-"
"Yeah, I know, can we take a picture, please? I kind of don't want to get recognised."
As shocked as he was, Phil managed to smile for the picture. "Could you send that one to me?"
Daniel grinned, "Sure, I'll DM you over Instagram." He put his sunglasses back on.
"I never knew that you were a fan."
"Well, not many people know what I like. I can't really follow you on Twitter, as it wouldn't be 'good for my image' or something. So, yeah. But, ehm, I've actually been watching you for years. You could call me Phil Trash #1, to be honest."
Phil laughed at that, the situation was so unrealistic that it was funny. "Well, I don't follow you on Twitter, either. Wouldn't be good for my image." Oh God, he just said that to royalty. Stupid stupid stupid stupid!
Luckily, Daniel let out a high pitched giggle at that. "Wait, shouldn't you be recording a video right now?" The YouTuber shot him a confused look, "Just because I don't follow you on Twitter, doesn't mean I don't stalk you on it."
"Ah, crap, that said, I should really start recording that video."
"Yeah, okay, it was awesome meeting you!"
"I could say the same to you, Daniel."
"Please, call me Dan."
Phil smiled. "Alright, Dan."