Two Turtle Doves

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In which it is 2009 and Dan and Phil meet in person for the first time.

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{part one}

Dan's POV

I'm excited.

No, not excited.

Ecstatic.

Giddy.

Gay...

...for my best friend.

But I doubt he feels the same. It's fine. I just want to see him.

We've been talking over skype everyday for a while now.

Everyday I run home from work and grab my laptop to phone him.

I keep getting told off at work for daydreaming. But how can I not about those ocean eyes (billie eilish reference) and the raven black hair that adorn his head.

I love his hair so much. I find myself staring at his image on skype, wishing for his hair to just be plonked on my head.

He is so amazing.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the announcement that the train has arrived, and I grab my bag to leave the train carriage.

It's busy, and I look around desperately as I step off the train.

He has to be here.

Where is he?

He hasn't come.

I should have known.

No one would ever like me.

Suddenly I find myself standing on the rapidly emptying platform, almost in tears.

Then I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Oh my.

He is so much more beautiful in real life.

His skin is perfect. His nose. His ears. His eyebrows. Not a single hair out of place.

And his eyes.

They almost take my breath away as I stare into them, admiring the ripple of colours that spirals through them. So many more colours than the ocean. So much prettier, and scattered with stars.

It almost pains me to look away from them when I realise he is gesturing for a hug.

But then I realise the hug is worth it.

He makes me feel so safe, so welcome.

Our arms fit so perfectly around the other.

It's like we are meant to be.

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