Gone

Tylers support

  Dan POV

  I walked into the room. Phil was deep asleep. I giggled, taking a picture of Phil's tired face. He was cut all the way from the right corner of his forehead to the left corner of his chin. Luckily it was stitched. I pushed his hair ip from his face. his eyes opened slowly

  "Hey, Dan"

   "Hey!"

   "Thank you for coming."

   "You're welcome, the nurse said you were lucky, very lucky."

   He leaned back. "Well, I'm pretty tired, I need some sleep." He said rolling to his side. "Bye!" I said. I walked out and to the hotel that I booked.

  "Excuse me, may I have a room?" I said. She stared for a second. "Yes, um do you want one or two beds?" She stated thinking. I looked. "One bed please!" I chirped thinking of Phil. "You can have room 626." She looked at me with a smile. Damn it! I forgot our stuff at PJS! It was midnight. Buzz. It was Tyler, again. "Hey one sec." I said not reading his text. "Thank you!" I said grabbing the key and opening our room. I smiled.

    Buzz.

     "Hey where are you staying?"

    "Why?"
"Dude I am in London right now, I'm in a taxi."

"Wat?" He didn't text back.

   Tyler POV

   I looked at my phone. Dan was an Idiot! I stared blankly at a hotel, it looked nice. "Has Dan Howell been here?" I asked. "Yes, he is in room 626!" I smiled. I guess I was lucky.
I went to the room and knocked.

  What the fuck!

Dan was inside. He opened the door, "Why the hell are you here?" He said angrily. Um... What should I say. "Can you leave me alone!" He yelled. "Dan?" I said. "Fuck off!" He yelled angrily. I could tell he was drunk, somehow. I looked to see a bottle of vodka half empty. "Dan! What are you doing?" I said. "I said fuck off!" He said as he punched me in the nose. Wiping it I looked. My hair was colored a dark brown and wasn't spiked, it was over my eye. He stopped and quickly ran off. He slammed the door hard.

   Dan?