Haylee’s POV
I blinked away tears again and tried not to let my thoughts wander too far. Without Dan here, I was a wreck. Not that I let anyone know, as I had to care for both Chassidy and Phil as Phil was now verging on suicidal and Chassidy would barely move or talk. Dragging myself from my bed, I headed to Phil’s room to see how he was. “Phil?” He looked up from his laptop.
“Oh hey Haylee!” He greeted with a smile. “What’s up?”
“Where’s … um…” I didn’t want to say her name for fear of making him sad.
“Chass? Oh she’s with mum. They went shopping. Mum thought it’d do her some good to be away from me.” He sighed, exhaustedly rubbing his eyes. I sat down next to him and gave him a side hug.
“You really want her back, don’t you?” I whispered.
“More than anything in the world, Hays.” He replied. I stayed with him for a few minutes more before he decided to take a nap. Seeing that he was alright, I headed back to my room. I checked my phone, only to see that I’d gotten no texts from Dan and the only thing that was there were a few hateful mentions from twitter. Tossing my phone onto the desk, I curled up on the bed and sobbed into my pillow.
Dan’s POV
Unpacking the last of my suitcase, I tossed it into the wardrobe and sprawled out on my bed. It was too early to get up, but too late to go to bed. My mind wandered to Haylee as my hand played with the hem of the sleeve of her black hoodie. It smelled like her and it comforted me a slight bit.
I could feel the sadness creeping in again and I knew my depression was back. It wouldn’t be here for long, as it was a temporary thing, but it was enough to really disable me for a week and a half. The all too familiar lump formed in my throat and I could feel tears threatening to pour out. I didn’t want to cry; it never helped anything.
My dad had always told me as a teenager that it wasn’t ‘manly’ to cry, but I didn’t care about that right now. I picked up my phone and dialed my mum’s number. “Mum?” I said into the phone, my voice breaking.
“Daniel, sweetheart is that you? What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I-is it alright to cry sometimes?” I questioned. I heard my mum chuckle on the other end of the phone.
“Yes of course it is, baby! But what’s wrong?” She inquired.
“I- I miss Haylee! She’s in Florida with Phil and Chassidy and I’m here in London because of the radio show and it’s not fair I need her.” I explained.
“This is part of your crisis thing, isn’t it?” My mum soothed.
“Yes.” I admitted.
“Oh, love, it’s okay. Look, when you’re depressed like this, you need to just cry sometimes to help, alright?” She answered.
“I know,” I sniffed. “Thanks mum.”
“It’s no problem, dear. If you need anything else you call, alright?” I agreed and hung up the phone. I needed Haylee. Deciding to call her, I paced nervously as it rang, hoping she’d pick up.
Haylee’s POV
I switched my phone off as I rolled over, not wanting to see the hate messages anymore. Tossing and turning in my bed, I fought for sleep. I was alone and that was all there was to it. My bed felt like an island and I couldn’t sleep without Dan pressed up against me. I crawled out of bed and grabbed his hoodie that he’d left here for me and put it on as I scrambled back into bed.
Sleep was soon deemed impossible and I gave up, heading downstairs. I turned my phone on again, seeing I had a missed call from Dan. I mentally kicked myself for turning it off as I tried to call him back; only to no avail. I needed Dan...
