Rain thundered from the bland grey sky. Phil was sitting, marinating himself in the unpleasantness. It had been just fifteen minutes ago that his girlfriend, Carrie, had broken up with him. His phone lights up, indicating that he has got a message, but instead of reading the text, his rage got the better of him and he throws his phone on the the grass meters in front of him. Tears roll down his pale cheeks, dripping on to his shaking hands. His black hair clings to his tear-stained face, framing the exact shape of his skull. His head falls to his hands and he begins to sob.

After five minutes of uncontrollable sobbing he feels the hood of his coat lift up over his head.
'You know, that's what they were invented for' He looks up to see a boy, only looking a couple of years younger than himself, smiling down at him. His brown, curly hair is covered by the hood of his coat, and his brown eyes appeared to have a happy kind of nature in them.
'Oh and is this yours?' Phil finds his phone in his lap again. 'It looks pretty fucked after the rain, but a good friend of mine works in the apple store, he can sort it out, it should only be a little bit of water damage.' Phil looks up again to acknowledge the boy who had retrieved his phone, but his head soon falls back in to his hands.
'Well, since you aren't going to say thank you, I'll just have to talk and talk until you finally accept that I have just stopped your phone from becoming broken beyond all recognition. I'm Daniel James Howell, I am 21 years old, I am currently working in the starbucks just around the corner, I live alone, uuuuh'
'Please, I've heard enough' Phil lets a small giggle escape his lips at the stranger currently telling him his life story. 'Thank you for retrieving my phone'
'That's quite alright, now I want you to come back to my house and warm up, then I will drive you home. I don't want you to catch hypothermia. As much is it may surprise you, I try to save people I don't know from dying in my presence!' Dan smiles, and the black haired boy gets up. A bit skittish about following a stranger to his home, he soon relaxes as the rain starts to clear and he walks through familiar streets. As they approached a big block of flats, Phil realizes that Dan lives in the same building, but instead of telling Dan, he just concentrates on getting in to the warm.

They enter Dan's flat, Phil long before noticing that Dan is the person who moved in directly above him about a week ago, the one who likes to play dubstep loudly and dance about to it.

After a cup of coffee and a change of clothes, Phil spots a stereo in the corner.
'Nice stereo Dan. Say, do you like dubstep?' He decides to get a confession while he can.
'No, but I like to play it loudly to annoy the people below me'
'Interesting. So, I haven't seen you in the starbucks before, how long have you been in London?'
'About a week. I got the job yesterday' Phil feels proud that he got a confession out of Dan before even telling him anything. 'Anyway, I don't know anything about you!'
'Basically, I'm Phil Lester. I live alone. I work in tesco's. I was in a relationship, but she broke up with me, hence the crying mess sat before you' Tears fill his eyes again. He realizes he must look awful, eyes red and puffy with tears rolling down his face and snot coming from out of his nose, but he doesn't really care.
'Ah, well Phil, since we are obviously friends now, do you have twitter?'
'That I do, its at amazingphil...you know, because Phil is amazing' The younger boy laughs.
'Okay well amazingphil, I think it's time for you to go home, it's getting late. You can return the clothes when you can, and follow me on twitter when you get home please?' Dan flutters his eyelashes, and Phil agrees.
'Fine, fine. Let's go. I want to get home!' He smiles devilishly with his plot to catch Dan red-handed. Both boys walk into the lift, and Phil presses the button to go one floor lower.
'Uh, why are you going down there? I thought you wanted to go home' The black haired boy just smiles in response. They get out of the lift, and Dan just stand, confusion covering his face. They approach the door of Phils flat. By this time Dans face had gone from confusion to downright bewilderment. Phil unlocks his flat, and steps inside. Dan just stands in the door, his face now completely changed to 'Oh holy shit-fuck'.
'It's okay, I like dubstep' And with that, the door closed.

Bit of a crap first chapter, sorry. I really don't know where I'm going, I'm debating whether to make them best friends or make an 'eventual Phan' story. R&R, and let me know what you think, the chapters will get longer, this is just an opener.

Oh, and make sure you stay healthy, and do some...I dunno, trigonometry or something. THE POWER OF TRIANGLES! Byesies :D

~Georgie~ 3