Author's Note:Hey guys! So I found my old laptop and resurrected it to find so many unpublished fics and fic ideas. Most of them were crack fics, but this one was actually legit and I read through it. And I cried. To 2014 me who wrote this, what the hell were you thinking, you sick, cruel, twisted bastard?!
One-
"Dan?" Phil called out tiredly, his voice breaking the silence in the flat. Where was Dan? He knew it wasn't a big deal, because he was probably out of the flat for once doing something semi-productive.
Sure enough, a ping came from his hand where he held his phone and signalling a text from his friend.
Out for once. Don't freak.
Phil sighed, before wondering why Dan was leaving the flat. Was it boredom, or was it a special occasion-? He yawned, checking the time on his phone. Ten fifty-seven on the thirty-first of January. He rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. The thirty-first of January? He mentally facepalmed himself, once he finished analysing the date. It's his birthday. Dan was out buying him something. But at this hour? Dan was rarely up before noon.
Phil's mind began to roam as he began breakfast with his "Frosted Shreddies" combination. What could Dan possibly be getting him? Why was Dan up so early to get him a present? Phil tried to clear his head; however, it wasn't working, so he decided to play some Pokémon on his old Game Boy Colour. Phil went back to his room, taking his cereal bowl with him, prepared to defeat the Elite Four again, and catch a Mew.
Before he could turn on his Game Boy, he heard something. He cowered in his bed, pulling his covers above his head. What if it's a serial killer? What would be his intentions for killing me? There was some noise outside in the kitchen, and he remained where he was.
"Phil?" Came a thick northern accent, and Phil removed the covers from his head, before proceeding to roll out of bed and leave his room.
"Chris? Peej? What are you two doing here? I thought you were serial killers or something."
"We came here to hang out with you on your birthday." Chris said, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets.
"Dan also said to say, 'Sorry', because he has to do something important, but to give you your present." Peej handed Phil the blue bag that he'd been holding.
Phil wondered what Dan could possibly be doing, but shook any thoughts from his mind, as he opened the bag and pulled the green tissue paper out. Inside he saw a large ball of golden fur, and he pulled it out. It was a lion hat with extremely long ear covers with pockets large enough to place your hands in. Phil put on the wonderful hat to cover his untamed bed hair, and instantly knew he would never be taking it off again.
