Dan and Phil Imagines

Dan: You hadn’t had a day like this is a long time. You slept through your alarm, which made you late for work and made you forget to pack a lunch, you had awful customers, and you almost got into an accident on the way home. Luckily, Dan was on his way over for dinner. That was what you had been looking forward to all day. You were currently cooking a homemade pizza, and when it was finished, you used a spatula to move it to the cutting board. But, to fit with the theme of the entire day, the pizza slid off of the spatula and landed on the floor below. You stared at it for a second before picking it up, tossing it into the bin, and cleaning that section of the floor. Once that was done, you sat at the counter and laid your head down on your crossed arms. Why wasn’t a single thing going right? You thought for sure that this dinner would have made up for the entire shitty day, but you ended up ruining that too. A couple of minutes later, you heard Dan open the front door and walk into the room. “Hey.” But when you gave him no response, he walked over to you and placed a hand on your back. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, still laying on your crossed arms. Dan just stood there rubbing your back, until you lifted up your head to show your tear-stained cheeks. “I ruined dinner,” you said quietly, a few more tears falling. “I highly doubt that. What happened?” he asked softly. “Well, this whole day has been a disaster, really. But, it fell on the floor as I was taking it out of the oven. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright. There’s no need to apologize. Should we try and make something else or did you just want to go out and get something?” You shrugged. “Whichever one will make the day less shit.” “How about I whip up something for us?” he asked. You nodded, while wiping your cheeks with your sleeve. “Alright.”

Phil: It was another late night Skype session with Phil. You were in Paris; he was in London, and the two of you had been talking for almost four hours. “Why did I accept this job?” you asked him with a sigh. You had only been there for a week and you missed him terribly. “Because its a great opportunity.” “But it’s so far away, though.” “It is. But this job is only temporary and how many people can say they’ve worked behind the scenes at the Parisian fashion show? I think that’s so cool.” “I know. But three months. Will you come visit?” you asked. Phil scoffed. “Are you kidding me? Of course I will. I’d visit every week if I could.” “Okay, good,” you smiled. There was a pause. “You don’t like it there, do you?” Phil asked quietly. He could read you like an open book. You shrugged. “Paris is nice. It’s the people I work with, really. They aren’t exactly the nicest people and you better not mess up or they’ll slaughter you. It’s pretty intense. The people I’m living with aren’t exactly the nicest, either.” Phil noticed that you didn’t look happy. You didn’t seem as excited about this as you had when you first arrived there. A few minutes ago he was saying how good of an opportunity this was, but now he was taking that all back. Maybe this wasn’t good. “Do you want to come home?” he asked quietly. You sighed and then the tears began to fall. “I want to. So badly. But I have a contract and I can’t leave until this is over.” Phil just wanted to give you a hug right now. He just wanted to wrap his arms around you, rest his head on top of yours, and tell you that everything would be okay. But since he couldn’t do that, he said what he thought may equate to a hug. “I’m buying a train ticket right now, okay? How’s tomorrow afternoon?” You looked up and wiped your eyes. “I’ll be counting the minutes,” you smiled weakly.