A/N: So I know I didn't update last weekend, but I'm not going to update Fix me until next weekend, sorry.
April 17th
The duo had spent the hour discussing various books and movies they enjoyed. They were both quite surprised to learn how much they had in common.
"So, you've watched Death Note, right?" Phil asked. They had drifted over to the topic of anime.
"Yeah, I really—" Dan was cut short by a knocking from downstairs.
"That would be Al," Phil stated, standing up with a sigh.
"Oh." Dan cursed himself for sounding so obviously disappointed. He couldn't deny he'd miss the other man's company.
...
True to his word, Dan followed the sound of voices downstairs, a warm bundle of clothes in his hand. By the time he reached the first story, he could see that Phil was having a rather intense conversation with a brown-haired man standing by the door.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? I'll pay you back for the gas money!"
The very pissed-off looking man—who appeared to be in his pajamas—just scowled in response "Fine, but you owe me an hour of your life; I'm missing my TV show..."
"I-um-I got your clothes," Dan broke up the argument quickly, the two me jumping in surprise.
Phil took the bundle out of Dan's hands; flashing him a smile. "Thanks!"
"Yeah um, no problem," The younger boy replied.
"Well, I really need to get going. I'll bring your clothes by tomorrow!" Phil glanced down at the borrowed outfit. "And I know I've said it before, but really, thank you so much for letting me stay here!"
"Yeah, it's fine!" Dan hesitated slightly before adding "I enjoyed your company, we should meet up again sometime," He felt his face redden, praying he hadn't gotten the wrong idea. What if Phil was just being friendly? He could be in a relationship, or even straight!
"I um...I enjoyed your company too," Phil muttered, appearing-for the first time this night-flustered.
Al stood by the door still, yet his frown had been replaced by a smug smirk. "C'mon Phillip, let's get you home."
Phil gave Dan a small smile before following Al out the door.
...
"Phil Lester, you are absolutely smitten. How long have you even known this guy? A few hours?" The minute the shop door had sealed, Al had begun pestering Phil about his crush.
"I'm not smitten," Phil insisted stubbornly, sitting down in the passenger seat of Al's car. "I just think he's kind of cute is all."
"Just ask him out! He clearly likes you." Al cranked up the car.
"I don't even like him that much, I just think he's attractive! Besides, he's probably straight," Phil fiddled with the hem of the borrowed shirt-which he enjoyed wearing more than he'd like to admit.
Al gave a bark of laughter, shaking his head. "Considering the way he was looking at you I doubt his sexuality will be an issue. Just give him a try Philly."
"Don't call me Philly..." Phil muttered, watching the silhouette of his new friend as he turned off the lamp, submerging the shop into darkness.
April 18th
Dan woke up early the next morning, blinking groggily as the warm beams of morning sunlight ruptured through the cracks on his blinds.
After contemplating whether it was really worth it to get up and start the day, he sighed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Dan shivered as the cool morning air crept around his bare chest, making him long for the warmth of his bed more than ever. Dan shuffled across the red rug, brushing the curtains aside. He swung the window open, leaning out and taking a deep breath of the crisp air.
Dan felt the tiny town of Windmere was quite underrated.He stared out at the empty streets, the sleepy town still waking up. There was little traffic, and the only noise to be heard was the singing of birds. It truly was the perfect location to live in, particularly so for a writer.
The chiming of his usual morning alarm interrupted the still air, alerting Dan he should begin getting dressed.
...
Dan stared back at his reflection in the mirror. Although he pretended not to care, he was overly aware that Phil would probably stop by to drop off the borrowed clothes. He knew it was dumb to get all dressed up for a small conversation, but Dan had taken a liking to the man and really wanted to impress him. "Phil was just one of those people it was impossible not to like," Dan decided as he straightened out his light gray t-shirt, making sure it fell evenly over the top of his black skinny jeans.
After a few minutes of careful inspection, Dan figured he looked alright. He downed the rest of his tea then hurried downstairs.
...
The most part of the morning passed rather quietly, the only customers being a college student looking for cheap textbooks and an old lady buying The Hunger Games for her granddaughter.
It wasn't until 11:26 that Phil came.
The door swung open and a tall figure stepped in. "Hey," Dan smiled sweetly, looking up.
"Hi!" Phil beamed, closing the door behind him. "I brought your clothes." He handed Dan a plastic shopping bag.
Dan took the bag, setting it behind the counter.
"Thanks again, I mean I know I've said it a lot but-"
Dan chuckled, cutting Phil off. "It's fine, really. Don't worry about it!" Dan reassured the ebony haired man.
Phil gave a small nod before they both fell into silence.
Dan noticed Phil's posture looked stiffer than it had a minute ago.
"I-um.." Phil cleared his throat, "Would you um... It's getting close to lunch and I was just wondering, would you um, would you like t-to go get lunch maybe?" Phil bit his lip in anticipation. "I-I mean you mentioned wanting to meet up again and I just thought... um... yeah..."
It took Dan a moment to fully register that Phil had just asked him out to lunch. "Yeah! I mean, I would love to!" Dan grinned happily, causing the other boy to let out a nervous sigh.
"How does Lou's sound?" Phil inquired.
"Yeah, sounds great!" Dan beamed, the butterflies in his stomach swarming around violently.
"So, when should I meet you there?" Phil asked, a lively glint in his eyes as he looked down at the brunet.
"I get off at twelve."
A/N: I think I may start making the chapter slightly longer, what do you think?