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I woke up with a loud yawn as I stretch out my relaxed muscles. I groan loudly as my eyes spike with pain at the light pouring out of my large window.
Morning already.
My checkered blanket slips down to my lap as I sit up with the groggy feeling of sleep engulfing me, I shiver as my exposed skin meets with the cool air of the room.

There are quite a few downsides to sleeping almost completely naked during winter, the main one being the fucking cold you feel the moment you come to from the abyss of sleep.
As I rub my eyes in attempt to wake myself I look over at my analog clock placed on the nightstand to my left.
12:39 it read in the blocky red lettering.
I yawned once again opening my mouth widely in the process,
it's nice waking up so late.
The night before, just after I wrapped my cut finger, I spent the whole night browsing through Tumblr and Twitter causing me to stay awake to the early hours of the morning. I probably fell asleep around 2 in the morning or so.
I know it's not really a healthy life style, but I don't really have anyone stopping me from living it.

Thankfully, I don't have any work today meaning I have a whole day just to myself. I shake my head roughly, feeling my usual morning curly hair sweep along my forehead and back of my neck. First things first: Shower.
I dragmyself out of the comfort of the bed causing my duvet to finally uncover itself from my grasp leaving me shivering in the morning cold in just a pair of grey boxers. I begin to sluggishly waddle over to the washroom, however, just before I make the journey I eye my windowsill, squinting at the bright light that poured out from the outside world. Such a lively cactus.
The tiny plant is sat in the centre of the enormous amount of space on the windowsill making it seem very out of place and very lonely looking. Not that it didn't already look out of place in the dull room it was placed in. I shrug my exposed shoulders and continue my journey for a warm shower.
Maybe I can go buy another later.

The cool wooden floor of the hall creaked with my every step sending shivers up my spine. As I quietly enter the white washroom I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes had bags underneath and my hair was a complete mess, but something seems off from my usual look. My eyes are more livelier and brighter than they have ever been, or at least that's what it seems like.
Maybe I'm just seeing things. Yeah that's probably it.
However, not only do I look more alive my mood is definitely a lot better than it was yesterday morning. Good, I need a day of not wanting to beat myself up every moment of the day.
It's not unusual for me to have these more lighthearted days, but they aren't common either as the days of living alone continue to grow in number. It's most likely due to the fact that I have no one to talk to, or that I don't take the effort to try and talk to others.
I sigh deeply as I slip off my single article of clothing and step into the shower. I flinch at the cold water that sprays immediately after turning the handle, but I slowly begin leaning into the graduating warmth the water begins to gain. I quickly soak myself in the warm liquid and feel my hair begin to unravel itself from its tangle from before.

I briskly walk back to my grey room as my fluffy white towel drys and covers me. I scrummage through my black wood drawers, trying to find what to wear for today. I don't have a real variety of colours or choices so I go with my typical array of black jeans and a light grey buttoned shirt. I quickly slip on the clothing, careful not to wet them from my still damp hair as I wrap my towel around my head.
As I finish slipping on my last fluffy sock I begin to proceed to properly fix my hair.

The process is long and tedious, but after a few long minutes my hair is down in a soft fringe, no evidence of having curly hair in sight. I nod to myself in the mirror of the bathroom and proceed to head back upstairs and into the kitchen for some breakfast.

I prod around my kitchen looking for anything edible for breakfast. I find myself taking the box of Corn Flakes cereal placed in a random bottom cupboard, and after retrieving a small bowl from one of the top cupboards I proceed to pour a large portion for myself.
I quickly pour the milk from the fridge in next. As I put back the milk in its rightful place I decide to have the cereal cold despite the cold weather.
I walk across the dull hall into the equally dull lounge room. I quickly find my typical browsing position on the black couch and after grabbing a black remote I decide to watch tv.
I don't really live an eventful life, but to me this is paradise. All I ever want is peace to myself and the ability to do what I want, when I want.
I slowly drone off to the sweet sounds of the tv buzzing in my ears. The volume is quiet so I am not able to quite catch what the program is offering, however it doesn't matter anyways as I find myself slowly drift into the depths of my thoughts, completely forgetting my cereal and the tv.
I should actually do something with my life for once.
I should start by livening up this house! It's so dull!
I need some kind of splash of colour, red? Orange? Green? Blue? Blue.
Blue is a really pretty colour isn't it.
Such a pretty eye colour as well. It shines so bright, it's almost disgusting.
Beautifully disgusting.
That Phil guy has blue eyes. They were really pretty too.
They were quite mesmerizing.
So soft and so kind looking.
I definitely need some blue in my life.
My thoughts were suddenly crushed as I realized where they have brought me. My face heats up slightly as I slap my forehead, careful not to spill the cereal balancing in my lap.
"What the hell, why am I thinking of him!?" I shout to no one in particular. I shake my head in an attempt to shake the scrawny boy from my thoughts.
"Agh! I need to clear my head!" I say to myself in a mumble.

I quickly finish up my now soggy cereal, making sure not to leave any behind. I throw the empty bowl into the sink as I briskly pop into the kitchen, I then run into my room and practically jump into my bed. Ah freedom.
This is the only place in the whole world were I feel content. The only place where no one can judge me and know one can see me. Behind my computer screen and under my covers.
It may seem strange to hop into bed after being in it for the past 12 hours, but I need to find a way to clear my head.
I quickly log in with the clicks and clacks of my keyboard keys and sigh in relief at the familiar and satisfying dark blue melting across the screen.
Tumblr.
One of the only few websites that can calm my nerves and allow me to forget life completely.

I sigh deeply as I shut the grey lid of the MacBook with a soft click. I've spent only 30 minutes on tumblr and yet I am still being suffocated in the thoughts of this Phil fellow. I ponder at my other resources I could resort to in an attempt to shake him from my thoughts.
I could eat my thoughts away.
No. The fridge is empty all exept for a few lemons, and I don't plan on biting into one anytime soon.
Now that I think about it, I should probably go shopping.
That should clear these stupid thoughts.

I yawn once before dragging myself off the soft feeling of the grey bed and begin preparing for my trek into the outside world. However, before exiting my room I eye the windowsill for the third time this day. The bright cactus still stood tall and proud despite its short stature, I look to my fingers seeing the single plastered one. Despite the little thing hurting me I couldn't help, but slip a smile onto my face.
Maybe it needs some friends.

I haven't been outside yet, nor have I seen any weather channels, but I knew it would be cold. December is coming soon which means the weather is below freezing, yet despite the harshness of the cold it hasn't snowed once yet this year.
I shrug at the thought and head down the mountain of stairs of my home to the exit. Before descending to the bottom, I quickly grab the thickest jacket I have which was surprisingly hanging on a hook in the hall, exactly where it's supposed to be. I'm surprised it wasn't thrown aside across my floor somewhere like all my other articles of clothing have been.
I laugh at my personal antics subconsciously deciding that I should probably fix that problem. I bundle myself up, making sure the dark jacket is properly fitted and zipped. Before descending the last flight of stairs in my home I take a short detour into the bathroom checking myself. I run my fingers through my soft brown hair, fixing my fringe to sit properly across my forehead.
Phil had a cool fringe as well.
I slam my head onto the marble counter of the bathroom sink. "Idiot, what the hell are you thinking of?!" I shout to myself shamelessly. Why is he in my head jeezus Christ?! I literally need some help!
I look back up eyeing myself in the mirror once again. Why am I thinking of him?
I ponder to myself in a now more serious tone, maybe because of how kind he was despite my late night arrival? I mean, most people would get mad if I did that in any other store.
I sigh deeply, "whatever! Let's just go shopping!" I say to myself in almost a chant.

The outside was bitter to say the least. My presumption was correct as it is one of the coldest days in London to date. Thank God I took my winter coat.
I waddle around the familiar streets from yesterday, I didn't plan on heading into this area, but it almost feels like my feet are guiding me here.
I managed to finally finish my grocery shopping in the local super market, silently thankful that I finally have something to eat rather than just cereal at home.
I now hold two plastic white bags on either wrists, my hands are stuffed into the depths of my warm pockets, trying to retain as much warmth as possible. Which isn't easy as I'm almost certain my fingers have been frost bitten.
I should have brought some gloves as well as a hat.
The streets are much less crowded than usual as most smart people stayed home. Yet here I walk, probably one of those most introvert people in this town and yet I'm still actually outside walking around in the bitter cold just for some more plants.
Yeah, just for the plants, nothing else.

I turn the sharp corner from before remembering it quite clearly despite my dream like state from yesterday. It almost feels as if the street directions were embedded into my brain as I hustle without hesitation. Why am I feeling so airy and light?
It almost feels as if my feet are being lifted off the ground, almost as if... Just maybe... I'm happy? Or is it excitement I'm feeling? Both? But, why?
My thoughts are cut shortasI turn one last time to the right into the familiar street filled with small stores, but the only one that catches my eyes is 'Philly's Phlower Shop'.
I laugh hard at the name of the store, it really does make sense now! Despite just meeting this strange man yesterday I was able to learn quite a bit about him.
1. He definitely loves plants
2. He has a very interesting, yet funny sense of humour
3. He is definitely a louder fellow, one who you would probably find talking often

And

4. He has the prettiest smile I've ever seen.

I stop myself suddenly. Did I just say pretty? What the hell Dan, what kind of guy would want to be called pretty?! What kind of GUY would call another guy pretty?!
"I really do need help." I mumble to myself watching the breath of my words slowly drift off in a puff of clouds.
I stand at the corner looking around at nearby the pedestrians; there are actual people roaming the streets today, but all of them seem to take no interest in the little flower shop, but rather the more comfort looking ones like the coffee shops.
I love how I decided to go to a flower shop yesterday for comfort rather than a cafe.
I shrug to myself and waddle towards the little store, "Does anyone even notice it here?"
I ask my self in a breathy whisper.
The area these stores are located in are quite out of the way and it's almost impossible to find any of them without getting horribly lost or going on some kind of adventure. In my case both.
However, it makes me wonder, has anyone else found this pretty little flower shop? How did everyone else here find themselves in this area of London? How do these shops here stay open; it must be extremely hard to make a good business in such an out of the way and unusual area.
I wonder if it's hard for Phil to keep his shop open?

After a shockwave of many unnecessary and demeaning thoughts, I shake them off or rather stuff them away in the back of my mind for later and briskly walk into the store.

The familiar chime of the bell, the squeak of the glass door, and the earthy smell of the varieties of plants brings my state of well being to a good mood.
Maybe I can finally clear my head of all these jumpy weird thoughts.

I look straight ahead towards the cash register in the back looking for any other forms of life rather than just plants. I pang of sadness hits me for a moment as I see no sight of anyone, not even Phil. I assume he's in the back of the store as he was yesterday, but seeing how I'm the only other person in the store really does make me sad. But why?

I look around the store. It looks exactly the same as yesterday, not that I expected anything to change. However, the air and warmth of the store slips a smile onto my face as I was freezing just moments before. As my hands regain their normal temperature I decide to venture around the store, hopefully getting Phil's attention from the back room, where I assume he probably is.
I don't want to bring to much attention to myself, because I hate nothing more than being put on the spot, or in his shoes being disturbed from whatever I might be taking part in. But, some odd part of me wants to call for him, to get his attention onto me.
What the fuck Dan, aren't you being a little selfish?! Why the fuck do I want his attention? I don't need his presence or anything like that!

I sigh deeply, deciding it's probably best to walk around for a bit and check out a few plants, as I did promise myself I would get the lonely one at home a friend today.
But what kind should I get? How big should it be? I'm not responsible enough for a high maintenance one, so maybe I should get another cactus.

Just as I begin pondering on my planty-decision the chime of the front door jingles it's common toon behind me. My head immediately snaps around, checking to see who entered through the door. Another customer!
But, I am greatly surprised as I am met with the stunning blue eyes of the same man from yesterday. Phil?
"Wait? What?" I slip on my tongue with astonishment, why is he just getting here? Wait who's maintaining the store?
We stare at each other for a moment without a word, I take this moment to examine him. He is stood there in his baby blue short sleeves, black pants and the exact same beige apron from yesterday. I guess that's his uniform.
A bagel of some sort is stuffed in between his lips and he holds in his hand a brown paper bag. His eyes twinkle with a mixture of excitement, happiness and a lot of question.
He scoffs down a bite of his treat and looks me up and down. "How did you get in here?!" He asks with a loud voice. I jump at the deepness of his voice, it makes my own sound very much feminine,
"I... I um walked through the front door?" I tell him with a bit of a stutter.
No need to get weak knees Dan, jeez. He's not gonna kill you!
His laughter echoes throughout the empty store, "ah I must have forgotten to lock it again! Jeez I need to step it up! Good thing you're the one who walked in!" He says cheerfully.
Why is he so happy, I literally could have stolen everything.
"Well then I guess I should thank you for not stealing from, here take one, I've got enough to feed a family!" He says with glee as he opens his brown pack and ushers it towards me.
In side is a wide assortment of different donuts, cookies and other sweets. I look at him in question. He wants me to take one?
"Go on! Take one they're really good! Oh, unless you don't like sweets, then I won't force you!" He blabbers on. I feel a smile slowly slip onto my face as he continue to talk nonsense, "Thank you, but I'm alright Phil." I say with a smile.
He looks to me with wide eyes, making me regret my sentence immediately.
Shit, I literally just called him by his name, shit that's creepy. That's really creepy Dan!
I can feel my face flush red with embarrassment, "I... Uh shit.. I'm not creepy I swear, I just saw your name on the receipt and I kinda assumed that it was you. I swear I didn't stalk you." I mumble frantically trying to save myself, but it felt more like I was digging myself a grave. "Shit now I feel like an idiot." I say slapping my forehead in shame. Great, exactly how I want to scare people away: make them think you stalk them.

The store is quiet as we stand there by the door, I look up from my drastic face palm facing Phil. I notice his uncomfort in the situation and I immediately regret my whole life. Why did I do that? Why, why, why?
"Um if anyone is creepy here that would be me." I hear him say in an almost whisper like voice. I look up again meeting his pretty blue eyes with a questioning look brimming in my own.
"Um... You're Daniel Howell aren't you, the radio host on BBC, right?" He asks in an unnaturally small voice.
I am taken aback. He knows me?! Like he actually knows who I am!
He speaks up again in a bit of a louder voice, but still very quiet from his usual volume. "I um listen to your shows really often during the day, and watch them sometimes online. I really admire you just cause it must be really cool to be a radio host and everything... Um. Heh this is awkward now."
A few more minutes of silence past before I burst out laughing. My stomach clenches with the pain of the happiness, I haven't laughed like this in so long, it feels so foreign and new. Almost as if it's my first time ever laughing.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't expect that someone out here actually listens to my shows! Ahhhh thank you so much!" I say in between the wheezes of my laugh. He eventually joins with me, and all that can be heard throughout the store is the airy wheezes of our laughs and chuckles.
As I finally catch my breath and my giggles finally run out of steam I look to Phil, "Well then, thank you Phil for watching and listening to my shows, and here I thought I was talking to a brick wall through most of the career." I say in a last puff of a chuckle.

"Ah! No thank you! Your comments and live radio-ing skill is really admirable. I wish I was like you getting such a cool job! Radio Show Host is a way cooler name than Flower shop owner." He says in a chuckle.
I look at Phil for a moment in silence, examining him. He really likes my shows. I didn't think anyone actually listened to my shows and enjoyed them that much. I didn't think anyone even cared about radio hosts in general. Yet here Phil stands.

He brakes the silence. "I guess you can stay that I'm your number one fan! I wanted to say something yesterday when you came, but I was too shy. I didn't expect you to come again! I'm so happy that you did, I don't usually get clients at all much less a celebrity!"

I laugh at the title he gave me, "celebrity? I wouldn't say that, just call me Dan. Your local radio boy!" I smile sarcastically and awkwardly, which awards me with another musical laughter from Phil.
"Well then Dan, I guess that makes me your local flower boy! Please call me Phil!" He laughs sticking out his hand for a shake. I look at it for a moment and laugh along with him. I take his offer and shake his hand, it felt odd. It's been awhile since I last shook another persons hand. It's warm and inviting, but I don't know if it's because all handshakes feel like this or simply because it's Phil's hand.
But for some odd reason, the touch of his smooth skin warms not only my hand, but my chest in a comforting feeling as well.
And as we shake hands I have a sinking feeling that Phil and I are going to get along quite well.

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That moment when it takes me 40 years to only write about 4000 words. ()
I'm so sorry it took me so long! I literally have no excuse, let's just face it, I'm just really lazy! Thank you guys who actually stuck around and are reading this story! Your comments and votes really make me happy!
Thank you so much! You guys have given me so much confidence!
I will get back to my Daisuga story soon, I just don't really have any motivation to finish it yet. So if you guys have any suggestions for both this story and my others please let me know! (ω)
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-Alexandra