You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 36

I stared at Phil in shock, my mind exploding. Had I really just kissed Megan? No way. But Phil didn't know that. He thought I was guilty becuase I was late. He would never know. "Phil, I'm sorry- were you going out to find me?"

"In the freezing cold, yes." He said quietly, looking at my hands. "You've been out shopping for hours, but what did you buy?"
Dammit Dan! I swallowed, but nothing would spring to mind. Oh God, he probably hated me. "I've been... I-"

"Save it Dan." Phil snapped, yanking off his coat. He threw it at me in anger, and I bit my lip to stop the tears. Instead, blood fell. "Where have you been?"

I shook my head, avoiding all eye contact. My voice wouldn't work. Anger raged up inside of me, anger for Megan, who had suddenly come into my life and compelled me to kiss her. I hadn't even tried to stop her.

Phil's fingers gripped my chin and I was forced to look at his hurt face. "Where have you been?" He whimpered, looking like he was about to cry.

Tell him the truth. Now Dan. "I was with Megan. We went to the cinema."

"Megan?" Phil asked, confusion sweeping across his pale face. "Megan Jones from school?" After seeing me nod, he turned around and began to cry.

"We didn't do anything like that!" I gasped, but I knew I was lying. "Really, we're just friends! You know I love you too much!" I began to cry too. "Phil, how could you think I would cheat on you?"

He looked at me with tear-filled eyes, and then he was nodding. He kissed me quickly, a brief peck on the lips, before offering to make coffee. I accepted his offer and threw myself down onto my bed. I cried into my pillow, knowing that I had cheated on Phil, and I had lied to his face.

"Daniel, coffee is ready!" Phil called, and I heard him heavily set down the mugs on the table.

"Coming!" I replied as I wiped my eyes. He couldn't see that anything else was wrong.

"Dan, I'm visiting my mum tomorrow. We made plans whilst you were out. Is that ok?" He asked when I shuffled in.

"Yeah, it's fine." I yawned and took a sip of my coffee. Hot. "How long for?"

"Five days." He opened his macbook and crossed his legs underneath him on the couch. "Will you be alright on your own?"

"Don't worry about me." I mumbled, thinking about Megan. "I'll be fine." I had to phone her and tell her that the kiss didn't mean anything. I loved Phil. The end. "I don't want you to go." I sat next to him and watched as he scrolled through the AmazingPhil tag. There were so many Phan edits it was unbelievable.

"I hate to leave you, but I haven't seen my mum in what's felt like forever!" He sighed. "We've ran out of milk. I'll go get some. I know you will forget when I'm gone."

"Yeah." I laughed. He copied as he shrugged on his coat and walked out of the door with a small goodbye. That left me and my phone. I dialled Megan's number. She picked up instantly. "Megan?" I asked.

"Dan, hey." She giggled on the other side. Her flirt had bern activated.

"Megan, that kiss meant nothing, you knoe that right? I'm in a relationship with someone else and-"

"Wait, what?" She sounded mad. "Daniel Howell, are you saying you lied to me, kissed me despite the fact that you have another girlfriend and dumped me because I am ruining everything? Don't forget that I was the one who was there for you-"

"No, Phil was. Phil's always been there for me, you have not. I love Phil and I always will." I growled at her.

I heard a little gasp. "You gay-lord! Go kill yourself because the world doesn't need people like you and Phil."

I took those words as a severe blow to my chest. I hung up and threw my phone against the wall, screaming in frustration. 'Go kill yourself'. I closed my eyes tightly, and in no time I was asleep.

***

Light that burst in woke me up early that morning. I was still in the couch, and Phil was eating breakfast in his outerwear. I noticed a blanket around me and realised that he had left me to sleep. How very nice of him.

"Dan, you're awake." Phil smiled in relief. "I'm glad I get to say goodbye to you, at least."

"Uh..." I mumbled, struggling to sit up.

"Although it's only five days, so you should survive. I know I will." He giggled and kissed me. My eyes drooped. "I guess you need some more sleep. Sorry if I woke you."

I wasn't listening to him. Megan's words still rang in my head like an alarm clock: annoying and constant. "I need the loo." I rushed up, swaying on my feet for a bit, before hurrying into the bathroom and locking the door.

I rummaged through the cupbiards before I found what I was looking for. No one cared about me. No one loved me. I should just die...