arguments || phan

Chapter One / where it all began.

Dan's POV
my head is pounding and i feel like i can't breathe. i can feel that my bones are shattered and i just want to die.

* three hours earlier *
"why do you have to be this way? i just wanted to tell you the real me! please calm down dan!" phil cried out. dan takes his laptop and throws it on the other side of the couch
"save it pretty boy. im out for a while." dan stands, grabs some random notes and with that slams the door shut.

he is going at a very fast past, his breaths are getting loud and he can see his breath in the cold London air. he reaches his hand in his pocket to retrieve his id and cell phone. he presses the home button.
"three missed calls and five texts from 'phil ❤️' "

he thinks to himself, wow ive really screwed myself over, havent i?
sigh
back to buisness, he is only a couple of buildings down from his desired destination.
he's mumbling swears and random things.
there he reads it.
'london bar and drinks'
dan sighs, yet again and walks in clenching his wallet, id and phone tight.
'hello, hmm i think ill have the steam on rocks please." dan spoke, very monotone. trying to keep this anger bottled up inside him. he was not good at that.
the bar-tender takes the drink and places a little napkin on the table and places the drink firmly on the surface.
"anything else at the moment, sir? and i'll need to see your id." the blonde lady said smiling. she had a skimpy white shirt on saying the logo and had on high wasted black booty shorts on and a green little apron around her small waste. she was very petite and dan frowned and pulled out his id.
"here.. uh melanie is it?"
"oh, yes! my name is melanie and.. dan?"
"yup, hah. have a nice night!" dan smiled, she was friendly.
she winked at him and she walked away behind the counter and started to work.
i feel violated. well atleast i got some things off my mind. but i still have loads to think about. *sip*
"hey, uh melanie? could you come here a sec?" dan said looking down fiddling his fingers.
"mhm..?" she asked leaning her elbows down trying to show off the very little amount of cleavage she had.
"uhm i came here to get my best friend off my mind because we got in a fight." dan said looking into the girls bright green eyes.
she stared back at him and said
"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt.. did they hurt you?" she sounded so panicked, she doesnt even know who i am!
"no its all fine but i dont know what to do" he glides his fingers back and forth against the table and brings the tall glass to his mouth taking a sip.
"i'd say go back and try to make he or she not be mad at you and forgive them! even if whatever it is, isnt your fault its still nice to say sorry and things will be normal."
there was a pause, dan was thinking of scenarios of what could happen and all melanie could think about was if her boobs were pushed out good enough for dan to try to get her number.
"i think thats a good idea, thank you loads, melanie. if anything happens could i give you a call? heres my number." dan picked up a paper and grabbed a pen out of melanie's apron and scribbled down his number and placed the pen back and melanie got closer to dan. and whispered,
"dan please promise to call me before you get home because if anything happens to you, i'll really be worried. though we just met i feel like ive known you forever and that i should care about you." she smiled hugging him and dan feels suprised and just hugs her back.
"yeah, okay. thanks melanie i'll talk to you later. good luck." dan says waving off at her.
as shes walking away she tries to pop out her butt and get noticed by a boy and as she did a guy approached her and they started talking.

--time skip to about 15 minutes--
i wonder if phil is okay. oops i should stop here. okay now i can go.
a car decides to turn a red light and dan gets hit.
Phil POV
"thanks daylen, it means a lot for you to come here." i smiled, gesturing for daylen to sit on the couch.
daylen is a red head and he has his hair slicked over nicely and he has a soft british accent.
"ah no problem, mate." he said sitting down, setting his phone down. he picked up his legs and sat criss cross on the couch.
"so what is the matter?"
"me and dan, got in a fight. he's run off somewhere and i dont know where he went. its been around two and a half hours and he wont pick up my calls or answer my texts." i pick up my phone and text him again.
'please answer dan, im really worried.'
i get a text back in just less than a minute,
'dan is not able to reach you now, he's in the hospital.'
'what hospital?!'
no reply.
"please answer!!!"
still no reply.
i try to find his location but we made out phones so fans couldn't track us.
shit.