𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

wrong number. part three

i had been talking to phil for ages now. to the point where i trusted him with anything.

he was quite the charmer too, and may i add, - quite the hottie. his raven quiff contrasted perfectly with his pale skin and blue eyes. i could admit now, that blue was my favorite colour.

god, that girl at the party. could of sworn she was god that sent me this blessing. a gay blessing.

it had gotten to the point now, where phil and i arranged to meet up. today.

there were possible outcomes to this situation, that were leading to the reason of my anxiety playing up.

there's a possibility that phil could kidnap me and torture me for the rest of my life, he could murder me, this whole thing could be a catfish and it turns out it's a 40 year old man, or, it's just phil. i would like to choose the last option, in my opinion.

even though i've developed this feeling within me about phil, - the whole primary school crush feeling, i decided to try keep it hidden. because, i certainly doubt he'd ever feel the same since i'm still in the education realm.

•

the train stopped.

after calming myself down for the amount of hours on the train, trying to tell myself it's alright. the panic rushes back in as i begin to walk off the train.

all i have to look for his that bloody quiff.

i step off. stepping to one side to let the business people hurry by. once they do, i perk my head up and immediately look around, i look down at my phone and notice a text from phil.

'sorry, i'll be running late. there should be a coffee shop outside the station, i can meet you there x'

the kiss was probably unattended, but i smiled at the mistake anyways. but my smile drops once i remind myself that i actually need to find this coffee shop.

i take the challenge even though he said it's only right outside the station, but knowing phil by now; it probably is 5 minutes away.

•

i actually managed to find my way to the starbucks, at least, i feel as if this is the one he meant.

a quick text to phil to say i'm how and a question of asking how long he'll be, i'm now ordering.

•

i sit down, feeling a little worried.

it had at least been 15 minutes since i arrived from the station, and phil still hadn't text me back nor arrived at the coffee shop.

at least every 2 seconds i looked out the window to see if i could see a tall, pale man that looked extremely fucking attractive. but no signs.

but that's when i hear a voice behind my seat, "dan?"

i jump, and look behind me, "phil!" i stand up, throwing my arms around him and slamming my head into his chest. i never really imagined him to be this tall.

"i thought you were ditching me." i calm myself down once i realize i probably look stupid in front of all these people.
phil pulls back, "i wouldn't miss this moment for the world, but traffic wants to slow the fun down."

i shake my head and phil pulls me back in, mumbling to take me to his place.

•

"you have a really nice apartment, phil."
"it's not big deal, it's something to get me by."
"get you by? it feels like i'm already in luxury!" i jump around.
"already making yourself comfy, i see. would you like some tea?"
"yes please, if you don't mind." i smile to myself, making quick eye contact with phil. but it certainly felt like slow motion.

•

i take a sip of the tea, making a quick glance at phil, noticing seeing him in person is so much better.

"you know. you look way better in person."
he almost chokes on his tea.
"jesus, phil. you shouldn't be that taken back, you should know it yourself."
"well, haven't you ever realized how cute you look?"

i sense the flirtatious tone, and take it to step up a notch, "i'd rather be hot than cute."
almost immediately, phil replies, "in my opinion, the hotter ones are the most dominant."
i choke this time, "whoa."

i see his little smirk and i immediately start to shuffle in my seat, "dominant, aye? i like it." i throw my own smirk, placing my unfinished cup on the table in front of me.
"are you the submissive type?" he says.
i flush, and just nod my head.

"good."