Summary: Dan doesn’t believe in true love, soulmates, or “The One”. Dan has never been in a genuine relationship. He has been used, cheated on, and worse. But when he literally stumbles upon a boy with eyes you could swim in, he starts to hope that he could have some luck after all.
Triggers: Swearing, depressive situations- be safe
Part Word Count: 1162
A/N I thought I’d try my hand at writing a legitimate phanfic for Tumblr. Here’s to hoping I’m not too shabby and I manage to keep up with my updates, woo
Dan groaned miserably as he rolled over on bed to check the time. “6 in the morning?” He growled in frustration. Nothing ever seemed right anymore. He couldn’t even sleep in and be lazy properly anymore. Not after his last relationship ending the way it did.
After his seventh relationship failing as horribly as all the previous ones, Dan had truely been over it. How could one person possibly have this much failure in relationships? The overhanging thought of inevitable heartbreak and perpetual loneliness had left him in an empty state for almost a month now.
Unable to fall asleep again, Dan rolled out of his bed and dragged himself into the kitchen.
He fixed himself a bowl of cereal before slouching onto his couch. When he switched on the television, some chick flick flashed onto the screen. Some girl was venting about how her boyfriend cheated on her to her friends. “Trust me, honey, that’s how it always goes. Don’t even bother,” Dan mumbled with a mouthful of cereal before switching on The Great British Bake Off. “Much better.”
About an hour later, while mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr, Dan realized he was bored. Like, really bored. Everything in his surroundings was dull and he hated it. He snapped his laptop closed and pushed it off his lap, standing up and stretching. Dan decided he could use a coffee after waking up at such an ungodly hour. He changed out of his lounge wear, pulled on his shoes, and grabbed his wallet and keys.
“Starbucks. That’s sounds perfect right now, ” he announced to nobody before walking out of his front door.
London seemed particularly grey, today. Of course it did. Dan thought. Nothing could be lovely enough, could it? When Dan got to Starbucks, they informed him they ran out of caramel a few minutes ago, and he couldn’t get his caramel macchiato. Dan internally screamed in frustration, but on the outside smiled politely and ordered a vanilla latte, instead.
It certainly wasn’t the same. His coffee tasted of disappointment. Disappointment and vanilla. Dan sat in a corner away from the public hustle and bustle going on within the cafe. He looked out the steamy window at the grey city outside.
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” a voice asked. Dan looked up and met the eyes of a petite blonde girl. She held a coffee in her hands and looked down at him expectantly.
“No,” Dan replied dully. She grinned and took a seat across from him. Dan avoided looking at her, instead turning is attention to the window once more.
“My name’s Macy,” the girl announced, apparently unaware of Dan’s lack of a social mood. He grunted in response, without so much as a glance in her direction. She was unfazed. “What’s wrong grumpy?” Her perky tone was unwavering.
Dan sighed. “It’s been a long day.”
“It’s not even noon.”
“Exactly! I woke up at six this morning. And by six fifteen I was done with today!” Dan groaned, raising his tone.
Macy still seemed pretty upbeat. “Maybe you just need a good time to get your mind off things. If I gave you my number-” Dan cut her off.
“Save it, Macy. I’m not looking for a girlfriend. It was relationships that ruined me. They sure as hell aren’t going to be the fucking solution!” He snapped. Others began looking in their direction. Macy’s lower lip quivered at Dan’s sudden rage towards her. Dan felt bad, but he held his ground. The girl stood up, snatched her coffee, and ran out of the cafe. Some people started glaring at him.
It became obvious he’d made the girl cry. Shit. Dan made his way out of Starbucks as well, avoiding eye contact with the angry strangers. Dan felt bad he’d shouted at the girl, he did. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t being honest.
Macy was pretty, and she seemed really nice. They all start out that way. Then they change, and the next thing you know, you’re total strangers. Then they cheat on you or dump you out of the blue, and you’re left wondering what you did wrong. Dan was sick of it. He turned up his jacket collar and began to make his way home when-
Dan had collided with someone and was knocked on top of them. They both went down and landed on the sidewalk. Dan was awkwardly straddling the stranger’s waist and propped himself up with a hand on either side of their head. After wincing in pain from the collision, he looked down and met a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. A boy with a black fringe haircut from 2006 was smiling up at him.
“Hi,” he said, slightly out of breath. Dan couldn’t help but smile back. The boy was gorgeous, he’d give him that.
“Hey,” Dan mumbled back.
“Have a nice trip?” the boy asked. Dan felt his cheeks flush red. The boy grinned even wider.
“Sorry,” He apologized, picking himself up off of the stranger, He offered his hand to the boy, helping him to his feet as well. Dan felt a small bit of himself want to get to know this boy. He quickly crushed the thought, scolding himself. He turned to walk away without another word, when the boy caught his wrist.
“Hey, wait! You can’t just crash into me all attractively and then leave me hanging!” the stranger begged, making Dan blush again. Stop it. Don’t fall for it. He scolded himself.
“You think I’m attractive?” Dan responded without thinking. Dammit Daniel.
“Do you not own a mirror? Hell yes,” the boy continued to flirt with him. Dan really hated how much he enjoyed this conversation.
“I…uh, well, you’re not so bad yourself,” Dan said again without another thought, Shut up, Dan!
“My name’s Phil. I’d love to take you out sometime, if you want,” Phil suggested. Aand there it is.
“I’m Dan. But I…” Dan stopped, making sure he didn’t accidentally agree to this date. He wasn’t going to make that mistake anymore. Phil looked at him, awaiting Dan’s response.
“I can’t,” Dan finished. Phil looked slightly surprised.
“Oh, I’m really sorry. I- I didn’t mean to… I just thought- I mean,” Phil stuttered, getting really flustered and his face turning red.
“No no no, Phil, it’s not your fault. It’s… it’s my problem,” Dan reassured him. Phil looked slightly relieved. Dan shrugged, about to walk away again, when he found himself turning back to Phil.
“I’m not looking for a relationship. Not at all. But… I could use a friend,” Dan suggested. Phil’s face lit up.
“That sounds awesome! Maybe you could come hang out with me and my roommate PJ sometime?” Phil asked. Dan nodded.
“That sound like exactly what I need right now.”
Dan exchanged numbers with his new acquaintance Phil, before they headed off in separate directions. On Dan’s way home, he noticed the clouds seemed a little less grey.