phan ➳ oneshots

➳ the corner shop ~

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THIS IS A FETUS CHAPTER BY THE AUTHOR. AUTHOR DOES NOT LIKE THIS CHAPTER. AUTHOR IS SORRY.  

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~Phil's POV~

I walked into the small corner shop and smiled as the little bell at the door dinged.

I went around the shop, trying to find an excuse to buy an unnecessary item. Maybe a chocolate bar will do?

I've actually been coming here every 2 or 3 days so that I could smile at the cashier.

He's really pretty.

I grab some Malteasers off of the shelf and waited in line behind a smelly old woman. Sorry old woman.

When it was my turn to pay, cashier boy with the cute fringe and cute brown eyes and a cute little dimple grinned shyly at me.

I returned the smile.

"Nice choice of chocolate there, sir," he smiled a little.

"Yeah. I was going to make ... chocolate ... brownies? And they would. Go. Ontop. I guess,"

"Aww that's cute. Who are you making them for?" the cute boy asked as he unnecessarily and absent mindedly put my packet of Malteasers into a plastic bag. I only lived around the corner.

"Myself really."

"Oh. Okay. Well make sure to bring me a piece or two," he joked, his dimple prominently showing on his face.

"What's your name?" I say as I was about to leave, before my courage flew away into the clouds to join the unicorns. Or cloud nymphs. Or something.

"Daniel Howell."

"I'm Philip Lester, you can call me Phil. I'll see you shortly, Daniel." I smiled and waved goodbye.

"Call me Dan. Bye Phil."

***

I raced home and face planted straight into my pillow, hugged my knees to my chest and squealed.

HE ACKNOWLEDGED ME!!!

Then I just realised I made an excuse to buy malteasers and that I have to give him a piece in a few days and oh my god.

I have to make brownies. Well ... here it goes!

But I'm tired so I'll do them tomorrow.

***

2022009 hours later the next day, the brownies are finished and it's time for decorating!

I cut the big brownie into 9 equal-as-possible pieces. I placed the knife to the side of the kitchen with flour and egg yolk and mess everywhere. 

I heaved a deep breath and I knew this was the perfect opportunity to give Dan my number.

First brownie. I carefully wrote 'Dan' in fancy curly writing with a malteaser on top. On the second brownie I was going to give him, I clearly wrote my number with a small tiny red heart in the corner. I left the others blank because I didn't bother.

I realised it was really late to make brownies - 11pm.

I put them all in a container and placed it into the fridge for tomorrow.

I spent the whole day making brownies?

***

I woke up, 12:30 am, and wanted food instantly. Ugh.

I remembered the brownies I baked late last night and lept out of bed jumping into the shower.

I got out after a long time of letting the warm water cascade down my back and fumbled blindly around, looking for something decent to wear.

Finally finding something, I put on dark blue skinny jeans with a black and blue plaid shirt.

After straightening my hair and making sure that every single strand was on point, I rooted around for my contacts. I checked in my chest of drawers, on my chest of drawers, underneath my chest of drawers ... ughh, where the hell are they?

I placed my glasses on top of my nose instead and hopped downstairs after shoving my phone in my pocket. I got the brownies out, got my house keys and jogged out the door, balancing the container in my hands.

After slowly turning the corner to catch my breath, I realised, and only then did I realise, that it was actually 2pm. Already.

What the hell took me so long?

'Oh my God, I have literally wasted so much time.' I thought. 'What if he's not there anymore? What if his shift ended and I was too late? And damn, I am hungry.'

Sighing, I stepped into the shop and looked around for a suitable lunch and a brown haired, brown eyed boy called Dan at the cashier.

I gave up on aimlessly looking around for an excuse to buy something so I just patiently waited in line.

When it was my turn, my hands turned clammy-ish and I started sweating. Only slightly.

"Hi," I whispered, my fringe flopping into my face slightly.

"Hello Philip." He grinned at me and quirked an eyebrow, "What's that you got there?" he nodded his head to the container.

"Oh! It's for you." I pushed the container over to him and he smiled, his dimple popping.

That's when my stomach grumbled.

Why oh why did my freaking stomach have to grumble like a young volcano that went off too soon and just blew everything up. Wait, what kind of simile was that?

I blushed and I imagined my whole face, my ears and my neck turning a deep crimson colour. I hid behind my hair.

"Okay, that's all. I hope that you like them, I'll just go now."

"NO!" Dan whisper-yelled and made me jump. "Uhh, I mean, just ... hang around for a few minutes? My shift is nearly over. And we could uhh, grab something to eat together. If you wanted to."

We burst out laughing.

***

"S-s-so you're telling m-me that a squirrel a-attacked you?"

"Yep." I replied, grinning sheepishly and glancing up at Dan.

Damn this boy. This boy is too adorable. Too cute. Too pure for this world.

It's 4pm now and we've shared a pizza. I've been at Dan's little flat for around 2 hours and, honestly, I'm doing all I can to not grab his face and kiss him right now.

Time slowed down when I was with him and I was thankful. I haven't been this happy in ages.

And I kind of really like this guy. A lot.

"What's your number?" He said out of nowhere after his fit of laughter.

I blushed a deep crimson red, again today, and gave him a shy giggle. I pointed to the box containing the brownies in.

He quirked and eyebrow up his pretty little face and picked the container up, opening the lid.

"Oh my god these smell so good what even." He looked down and a small smile played across his lips. "Already planning to sneakily give me your number anyway, huh?"

I looked down at my lap and mumbled a small "Maybe."

"Cute-ass lion." Sticking his tongue out at me, he cuddled me close and I relaxed into him straight away.

This is going to be an amazing friendship.