Phan one-shots

Shipper friends

Description: Dan and Phil break up, but neither of them can handle it. Dan goes to live with PJ for a while, and doesn't count on PJ's shipping tendencies.

Warnings: idk, maybe a lil bit of breakup drama, do I need to put that?

Genre: angst with fluff at the end!

Phil POV

I remember when he left. It was a week ago, but I haven't done anything since then, apart from cry. We got into an argument, but I can't even remember what it was about. We'd been in arguments before, of course we had, but this was the first time that my boyfriend told me he hated me.

***

"I hate you!" Dan screamed, tears streaming down his face.

"If you hate me so much, why are you still here?" I yelled back, face red and blotchy from crying and shouting.

"Good question!" He shouted, before running out the front door. He left me. I hadn't thought he would actually do it, but I had told him he should.

This is my fault.

The love of my life just walked out on me and it is completely my fault.

***

I slept in his room that night. Just breathed in his scent, trying to convince myself that he was actually next to me, that he never left.

I woke up the next morning with most of his stuff gone, and a note on the bedside table showing two words. Two words that broke my heart.

Goodbye, Phil.

I never got to tell him that I love him.

***

I kept the note with me at all times. No matter how much it broke my heart, he had written it. And I loved him.

I had never said that enough.

Now I couldn't.

***

Today was a week from the day of the argument. No contact since the note, from either of us. I didn't even know where he was. If he was safe, if he was hurt.

What if he had died? What if the last memory he had of me was me telling him to leave?

The phone rang. It had been ringing a lot over the last few days, mostly friends asking why Dan and I had disappeared off the internet for such a prolonged period.

Please leave a message after the tone. Beep.

"Phil, I have no fucking clue what happened between you and Dan, but you need to fix this. He hasn't eaten. He barely sleeps. He's a mess, and he won't let me help him. And if I know you, you will be exactly the same. Just call me, okay? Let me help you fix this.

He loves you Phil."

PJ. He's staying with PJ. Of course he is.

And of course PJ is going to force us to get back together, if it's the last thing he does. He's not just going to let his OTP sink without a damn good fight.

But if what he says is true, Dan is in just as much a state as I am. And I will do anything to fix that.

I pick up the phone for the first time in a week.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Phil! Is that you?" I hear PJ ask, sounding very smug.

"Yes." I say, voice croaky.