Lonelier than you | Prologue | PhanI'm Phil, and I am lonely. As a child, I knew I was an accident, even though my mum never told me. I grew up in a very hostile household, even my pet bunny tried to jump in front of a car. My parents were loving, and so was my brother, they still are. I was sad. Still am. I guess that kind of ruined it.Lonelier than you | Prologue | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm 16 now, and I have friends. Two, actually. They are called Chris and PJ. Chris is funnier than everyone I know, and he is tall, but not as tall as me. I have never seen anyone with as skinny jeans as the ones PJ uses. We bonded over Super Mario Bro's.
PJ tells me that Chris is in trouble, which is why I'm not paying attention when it happens. Tripping over Dan Howell isn't something you just do. Except for me, I did just trip over him, and everyone looks at me like I am death as I lie there on my stomach with acing elbows. Howell looks puzzled at first, and he probably is, because someone just tripped over Dan fucking Howell. He gets up from his crunched position and looks at me. PJ
Lonelier than you | 2 | PhanI use my Friday evening to freak out, and then give in and tell PJ. PJ rushes over, because he understand that this is an emergency.Lonelier than you | 2 | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wait, tell me again," he demands and closes his eyes, like it helps him to focus.
"I bumped into Dan after the party, and when I said that I couldn't just go home drunk, he said I could crash at his place, so I did. When I woke up I was so hungover I threw up on his floor and he cleaned it up," I had to take a breath becaude oh my god, I threw up on his floor. "Or his mum cleaned it up, but whatever. And then earlier today I figured I should thank him, because you know, it would be rude not to. Anyway, before I had the time to think, he asked me if I wanted to hang out with he and his friends tomorrow, and then I said yes," I finish, and PJ sigh.
"First of all, you're an idiot. Second, just say you can't come, that you need to help your mum out or something," he suggested, and it made me want to yell at him, because he didn't seem to put muc
Lonelier than you | 1 | PhanA I'm not much. I'm a loser, and maybe a little nerdy, for the most time I'm pretty quiet and also quite tall, but that's about it. And I'm fine with it, really. It doesn't matter to me. I have Chris and I have PJ, and it's okay. I'm okay with having to be home by ten, even though I'm 16, and I'm okay with my mum kissing my forehead before I go to bed. It's safe.Lonelier than you | 1 | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I meet my friends on Friday, they have seemingly forgot about the whole "tripping over Dan freaking Howell" thing. I haven't though, but I stay quiet about it.
"Are you serious about joining us tonight, or are you planning on bailing? I kind of need to know, as I'm planning on filling my car with the ladies if you're not coming. You know, they can't get enough of this," Chris smirks at me as he gestures to his body. I only give him an eye roll and a little smile. He's just being Chris.
"I'll come with you, need to be sure you don't rape anyone," I mock. I wasn't originally planning on joining them, as partying isn't rea
Lonelier than you | 3 | PhanFive days later I've kissed him three times. The one time at outside his door, one time in the school library, and once at the bus stop. It was nothing big, just a peck, but it left me more and more confused for each time.Lonelier than you | 3 | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chris and PJ doesn't know. Or maybe they do, but they haven't said anything. Until maths on Wednesday, when Chris asks where my masculinity goes whenever I look at Dan, and I couldn't do anything to stop the blood from going to my cheeks. He makes fun of me for five minutes and then goes back to tapping his pen on his book. And that is it from Chris. PJ doesn't need to ask, because PJ is like that, he just knows.
The week goes on, each new kiss leaving me more confused.
"Do you even talk at all?" Chris asks at lunch on Friday.
"I guess not," I mumble. "I mean we have, obviously, just not..." I trail of, as I don't know how to explain it. Because I know that to be honest, I don't know him at all. I mean, I know the taste of his lips and the feeling of his hands in min
Lonelier than you | 5 | PhanTHIS CONTAINS SOME WEAK (and terrible) SMUTLonelier than you | 5 | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first snow falls in the end of November. It's not much, and it melts away before I get the chance to appreciate it properly, but I don't mind because it's soon December and Christmas and I can't wait. I don't even get angry when Chris throws a huge and wet snowball at me, because everything is fine and I don't think I've ever felt like this.
Dan's gloved hand wraps around mine the second I step out of the boys bathroom. The snow had been replaced with rain, which made my hair a mess. He laughs when I ask if he's stalking me, and pulls me with him down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" I ask, even though I have my ideas.
"Home," he answers, and I can't help but grin.
He makes me coffee, and we sit down on the floor with our backs resting against the sofa.
"It's cold in here," Dan says, and I agree. Silence. He places his mug on the floor, and I do the same.
"I like your hair."
I roll my eyes, he kisses my temple. Ki
Lonelier than you | 4 | PhanYou have day and night, and morning and afternoon and evening. Then there are the seconds and minutes in between, the ones that writers and poets say you have to appreciate. I appreciate them a lot now. The few minutes between each class, the little second between two kisses. The two minutes before the clock hits 12 on Friday, when Dan curls his pinky around mine when he walks up to me by my locker. They matter.Lonelier than you | 4 | Phan1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Available later tonight?" he mumbles.
"Depends. When?" It doesn't really depend on anything, I don't have any plans, but I want it to sound like I do.
"Five? Is Starbucks okay?" he asks, while intertwining our fingers properly.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Don't be difficult,"
"Oh, so I'm the difficult one?"
"Fine. Yes, I'm asking you on a date. Will you go on a date with me, Philip Lester?"
The rain could ruin my hair all it wanted, but not my mood. I try to flatten it out with my fingers as I turn a street corner. My destination is only around 3