A day in the life of phan IN PARIS!

Attention all phandom members! This fanfic DOES include phan. So if you ship it, you've come to the right place.

DAN keeps having nightmares. Mostly they include losing Phil. He doesn't want to tell Phil for the fear of frightening him. But also to keep his feelings for him a secret.

PHIL is unaware of Dan's nightmares, but is more interested on the trip they are taking. Paris, France! Phil hopes that this could be an opportunity to tell Dan how he really feels about him, but fears he will be rejected.

Will both get an opportunity to reveal the truth? Or will their secrets remain a secret?


4. Cat Names and Animal Cappuccinos

Author's note

hey guys! So my last chapter was very horrible and short but I was in a hurry to at least publish another chapter so I didn't have the time to add anything or edit. So sorry about that but hopefully I can make it up to you guys with a (sort of) long chapter in Phil's POV. Also, I have changed my mind to make Dan's POV in first person because I think it'll be better than third person. So please enjoy and happy reading!​

  Phil's POV  

       After about what seemed like an hour of driving (but was really fifteen minutes) we arrived at the hotel. The orange tabby cat we found at the airport looked out the window to check his new surroundings of tall buildings. The taxi driver then parked at the entrance and we got off. I slug my backpack over my shoulder and picked up the cat while Dan helped Dylan get our suitcases. I was about to close the taxi door when I realized that Dan left his backpack inside the taxi. I quickly grabbed his backpack and slung it over my unoccupied shoulder before the taxi could speed off. His backpack felt odd for a second, but it was probably just because of the leather straps. However it did feel heavier than before and made me wonder how much he actually packed in that little bit of time he had. I took a glance at the hotel and could tell right away that this hotel was going to be an amazing part of the trip. The hotel must have been at least 70 stories high with many black tinted windows, and the walls were made of a tan colored stone I've never seen before.  I followed Dan and Dylan inside and it was impressively more beautiful than the outside. the carpet was as brown as Dan's beautiful eyes (did I seriously just think of that that?) with caramel colored swirls. the walls were painted a red velvet color and were etched with fancy designs and chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling that was two stories high with a balcony on the second. What was up there? I had no idea. As I was admiring the décor of he hotel Dan came up to with an expression of pure panic. "Phil, I think I left my backpack in the taxi!" He said sweeping a hand through his hair. "oh god the taxi must be long gone by now! This is bad, this is really bad!"

     "Dan, stop stressing out," I said trying to calm him down. "I have your backpack right here." I nodded to my shoulder where Dan's backpack hung.

     "Oh thank goodness!" he exclaimed reaching out towards his backpack a wave of relief filled his face. I handed it to him and he hugged it tight. The cat tried to grab his backpack but couldn't reach.

     "What's in it that makes it so special?"

     "My laptop, camera, and phone. You know I can't go a minute without them." by the expression on his face I could tell that that was not it. besides I saw him carrying his phone in his pocket earlier. Though Judging by the weight of his backpack, the laptop and camera may be accurate. But I got the feeling that there was something more to it. However, I let it slide because we were on vacation and were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.

      After getting registered we went to check out our room that was on the 65th floor. And just as I had thought the hotel surprised me even more. Inside the room was soft, thick pearl white carpet and marine blue walls. There were two beds on one side of the room both facing an HD television that was on the other side of the room. Towards the end of the room was a large window overlooking the city. And what a view! Through the window you could see the tops of the many buildings of the city, and in the distance you could see the Eiffel tower lurking through the buildings and could see the many gardens that surrounded the tower. The light blue curtains made the sunlight cast darker light into the room which made me feel like I was swimming underwater on a sandy bottom. I guess that I forgot to breathe or something because Dan pat my back and I took a deep breath. From behind us came a small laugh that escaped Dylan's mouth.

     "I guess I 'ought to let you guys settle in. I'll be in the room right across the hall if you need me." With that he turned around and headed towards his room closing the door behind him. I put my bags on the floor and walked up to the window still in a trance and gazed out outside my face filled with awe. Dan walked up beside and stared outside too.

     "This must have cost a lot," I told Dan when I regained consciousness.

     "Actually it didn't, surprisingly," he said. "It was about 150 pounds."

     "Dan, that's still a lot of money."

     Something wiggled in my arms and I realized the cat wanted to walk around. I put the cat down and apologized silently to him/her. I didn't know which it was. when I stood up I realized how sore my arms were from carrying that many stuff. I rested my hands on the windowsill and felt something touching the side of my hand. I looked down to see that Dan's hand was right beside mine. I felt my cheeks burn bright pink as I blushed.

     "Hey Dan?"

     "Yeah, Phil?"

     I quickly turned my head to look in the apartment but there was nothing there to look at.

     "Umm... we never came up with a name for the cat." 

    "Well, what name do you have in mind?"

    "I really like the name strike-"

    "Nope! No no no nope!"

    "What? Why?"

    "Phil, trust me, I have a bad reputation with that name."

    "Why though?"

    "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" he said, his arms clutching his stomach.

    "Dan, please tell me."


    He turned to face me and I made the best sad puppy face I could pull off. After a while of him trying to resist my puppy face he sighed. "Fine, but I'm only going to say three words and no more."

    "It's better than none."

    I waited for a while until he said, "The Hat Fic."

    "I've never read that fanfic."

    "Please don't ever read it. It will scar your mind and change you opinion on me and the name Striker."

    "If you say so, though now you made me curious to read it."

    "Don't," he reminded me.

    "I promise I won't."

    "So what other name can you think of?"

    "Hmm... how about Mr. Whiskers?" 

    "Mr. Whiskers? Really Phil?"

    At that the cat turned its head to face us and meowed. I looked at Dan and could tell that he was just as confused as I was.

    "Mr. Whiskers?" I asked. once I had said the name the cat meowed and walked towards us to start snuggling with my leg.

    "Dan, I think he already had an owner."

    "But he didn't have collar or anything."

    "Well maybe he or she was a house cat and found a way outside."

    "It could be, but now we need to find its owner."

    "Or we could keep him for a while."

    "Phil, we can barely take care of ourselves. How are we supposed to take care of another living creature?"

    "Please, Dan! I swear I will take good care of him."

    "Alright, we can keep him, but only 'till we find their owners then we will have give him back."


    "How about we go get some coffee?"

    After putting our luggage away we said our goodbyes to Mr. Whiskers and knocked on Dylan's door.

   "Hey, what's up?"

   "We were going to go get some coffee and were wondering if you knew any good cafes around." Dan said.

   "I know many amazing cafes, which one would you like? Fanciest? Classic? Closest?"

   "Closest will be good right now 'cause we have to check on our little fur-ball."

   "Closest it is then."

   We walked outside the hotel and started walking down the street towards the café. Once there we went inside to order our coffee. The building wasn't big but it wasn't small either. sunlight filled the café which made it have a cheerful environment. It was filled with the sweet smell of fresh bread and different types of coffee. After, a while of waiting, we finally made it to the front of the line where a teenage girl with curly red hair with a lavender apron was working behind the counter.

   "Hello, what would you like to order to-? Wait a minute, are you Dan and Phil?!"

   "Yeah, I mean I think I am," I said.

   "Oh my god!" she said muffling her voice by putting her hands in front of them. "Um... what would you like today?"

   I scanned the menu and my eyes fell on a cappuccino with different drawings on the top of them. 

   "How much for one of them?"

   "Six euro, you can also put whatever drawing you would like on them. Would all of you like one of them?"

   "Yes, please," Dan said and he turned to look at me and I could tell we were thinking the same thing.

   "Can I have a llama?"

   "And can I have a lion?"

   "Yeah you can, and for you sir?"

   "I would like a cat, please," Dylan said. Dan handed her the money and she put it in the cash register.

   "Alright, I will have them right out," she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

   We found a table looking outside a window at the busy streets and the occasional biker pedaling by. After about three minutes the red haired girl came up to us with our drinks on a tray and set them in front of us. On top of the cappuccinos the animals looked too real to be true. It was as if an expert artist came in and made the drawings on the drinks, though who could tell with France.

    "Well, enjoy!" she started walking away but I called after her.

    "Hey, um, we never got to know your name."

    "It's Madeline."

    "well do you want to take a picture with us?" I offered.

    She smiled from ear to ear and came over to us and pulled out her phone. After getting some pictures with us she waved goodbye and returned to work.

    "We did good," Dan said.

    "Yeah, it feels good to make someone else happy."

    We both put our hands on the table and they overlapped. I blushed as stupid me always did whenever me and Dan touched. It's hard to keep it in, and I want to tell him how I felt about him. Tell him I really liked him. But from being rejected many times before and now finding out that I am bisexual all on my own, it has taken a toll on me. But on this trip I will finally do it. I will tell him just how much I love him even if I do get rejected again. Dan sneezed beside me and snapped me out of my daze.

     This is going to be a long bumpy ride.


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