We'll meet again-phan

10- Dans Pov

We waved goodbye to Cornelia and once she was out of view I giggled and kissed Phil way too passionately "I'm so proud of you!" Phil was taken back by the sudden kiss but smiled and kissed back, walking with me hand in hand "going to pick it up again?" He shook his head, opening the car door for me then walking around the car to get in his side "nah, it was a one time thing" I put on my seat belt sighing sadly and turning on the car "I really thought that was you finally changing" Phil looked over to me confused as I drove, furrowing his eyebrows "'changing'?" I nodded, paying attention to the road watching the streetlights "yes, you gave up singing because of me and when you sung tonight I thought 'that's the man I married' and thought you were going to pick up what you love again, but I guess I was wrong" Phil reached over and took one of my hands off the wheel making me swerve, he tangled his fingers in mine and smiled at me. I was about to lecture him, telling him off for doing that and it's dangerous as I'm driving but he spoke first "if it means so much to you, I'll pick it up again" I suddenly forgot about lecturing him and stare wide eyed "really?" He let go of my hand and let me drive, shrugging "sure, if I don't want to continue I'll quit" I suppose that's fair, I'm just happy he's picking up what he loves again

I watched Jocie sketch out something in her sketchbook as we waited for Phil to come on stage. I tapped nervously on the table, earning the attention of Joce "Dad, please. He'll be fine" my mind starts racing and I go to find him, knowing he's probably having a panic attack somewhere. I go into the bathroom and call his name "Phil?" I see his heels from under the stall and knock on the stall "Phil? Darling, let me in" he didn't answer making me knock until he opened up. I went in and didn't see him crying and having a panic attack but leaning against the stall numbly "Phil?" He didn't move or say anything, just numbly staring into space. Very stoic like, not even blinking. I cautiously tap him on the shoulder making him flinch and blink rapidly. When he noticed me he sighed and hugged me "a..are you ok?" He nodded, he clearly isn't ok. His anxiety is getting worse and I think I know why "do you think you can go on stage?" He nods numbly and slips on his heels, shoving past me. I run after him and stop him "ok, Phil. I don't think your ready to go up there" Phil removes my hand from his chest and continued walking. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back "please say something" he sighs and let's down his guard, turning to me "I appreciate your help Dan, but I've got this" he probably thinks he doesn't need my help, after all I was away from him for so long that he probably decided to deal with his anxiety in an unhealthy manner. I decided to recreate 2 things, hoping it'll help: our first meeting and his first show. I smile and walk away to only walk up and deliberately bump into him, making him fall back "Dan, what the hell?!" I pretend to pick up papers as on the day I was running late to a business meeting and he was late to opening the shop. I get up as does he and I smile reaching out my hand for him to shake "I'm sorry about that, I'm Dan" he looks confused at first but decides to play along to humour me "it's alright, I'm Phil" I shake his hand and smile to myself, thinking "Phil. I like it, it suits you" yes, I'm aware I'm recreating the day we met in the bathroom but it's working. Phil blushes making my heart melt, he looks adorable when he blushes. I look at his attire and pretend it was his attire that day "ah, you work in a bookshop?" Phil seemed to catch on to what I was doing and giggled making me blush "and I see your in business?"

I nodded, pulling away and crossing my arms "yea, runs in the fam. It's not too bad though. Hey, would you be interested in a coffee?" He smiled at me and nodded "I'd like that, I'll see you around then?" We say our goodbyes and I return to present, moving in front of him and messing with his hair "you see Phil, no matter how hard you try to push me away I will always find my way back so don't think for one second that you have to do this alone" I continued messing with his black locks, running my fingers through. Back then he had his fringe that fell over his eyes but now he had his quiff. I remember that day, he told me he was going to the hairdresser and when he came back I was actually blown away, stunned and pleasantly surprised at his new look "don't you get tired of always having to take care of me?" I stopped faffing around with his hair and get serious, cupping his chin in my palm "never" I pull away and go back to messing with his hair. He pulls me in by my waist like he did that night, and as before I bumped into his chest and use my hands for support "I do love you, Howell" I pecked his lips and saw he was finally, in my opinion, ready "go show those bitches who Phil Howell is" I kiss him and watch his walk off