cat whiskers // phan.

Chapter 30

*just remember how much you love me before you read this chapter eh eh ;D*

Dan's POV:

Last night was the best night of my life. The whole band were so funny and nice, it was so great. Phil was so kind and that kiss in the car.. I'll remember it as long as I leave. Maybe even in hell, with all the rest of the trash.

I look down at the messy, scribbled notes on my paper and silently wish for this maths lesson to hurry up and pass. Not so that I can go to detention, obviously, but so that I can get the detention over and done with, and get straight to the airport. To my new life. With Phil.

My new life with Phil... Damn that's such a great sentence. I fiddle with my pen as the teacher, Mrs Heard-Lee, goes on and on about those damn co ordinates. It's not like we learnt about them in Primary School for years and years on end (note my sarcasm).

"And this one is plotted here!" The overly excitable elderly teacher nearly shouts, beaming like its a massive achievement. Her smile falters when no one says anything, the bored teens just staring at the board or their paper, obviously emotionless.

"Oh come on guys. It's 3.58, I guess you can go early" she shrugs, disappointedly. That's the great thing about her, she always lets us leave early and start late. The class packs away our notebooks and pens, before exiting the boring classroom. I pull out my phone and dial the number for a taxi company. I quickly book a cab for half past five, even though I know the detention finishes at 6 sharp. I'll have to get out one way or another.

(*ahem* *terrible singing*)

Once it's booked, I make my way to the classroom for that pointless detention. I can't even remember what it was for. Oh yeah, punching up that guy. I wonder what he's like now..? I don't really care to be honest. I laugh slightly and silently, remember the shock on his face when I started hitting him.

"2 hours, front desk" Dragon orders, not even bothering to look at me. She's just reading something on her iPad. I doubt she even knows what she's doing. I sigh and flop down into the chair, ready for the time ahead of me. I'm surprised when about 20 minutes in, a few other people start to join the detention.

As the time goes on, the detention gets more and more annoyingly boring. Like seriously, I'm bored out of my mind. Even more bored then when I watch F.R.E.I.ND.S with my mum. I have to silently suffer through it, to make my mum happy. When it gets to an hour in, the damn annoying teacher declares that she's going to get some tea. I thank the lord, it'll give me a chance to get out. When she leaves, I decide to wait a few minutes before I climb out of the window, so that I can be sure she's gone.

I should have gone straight away though, because just as I stand up, Old Dragon waltzed into the room, tea in hand, and catches me red handed.

"Where do you think you're going Mr Howell?" she raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly. Lie Daniel!!

"I just needed the toilet" I fib. That was good.

"Be quick" she sighs, before sitting in the seat and taking a long sip of her drink. Wait, this means I can get out! I smile to myself. Luckily, I left my bag in the coat room, meaning I can grab it and go go go! Okay, that was cheesy. I waste no time running down the stairs (Dangerous Daniel, tut tut tut, I know). I then speed to my bag and carry on to the exit. I check the time on my phone 5.25, only five minutes until I'm off to the airport.

After repetitively checking the time, I realise how late I'm going to be when the taxi isn't here at 5.38. It eventually arrives at 5.41 and I run to the door and fling myself inside.

"I need to be there for 5.55!" I nearly shout, ordering the driver. He huffs and sets the car to drive. We get there at 5.56 and my nails are so short from me biting them out of nervousness that they hurt to touch.

"Thanks" I say, handing him £30. I don't know how much the ride was but I leave him with it all, not having time to wait for prices and change.

I leg it to the plane I'm meant to be getting. After them scanning the ticket far, far too slowly, I run down the hallway to the entrance of the plane itself. I check the time as I run 5.59. I'm going to make it, I think to myself, I'm off to Australia.

That thought is violently shoved out of my head as time seems to slow down. I'm at the middle of the corridor, but the air hostess doesn't seem to notice me. She shuts the door and I stop in my tracks. It's leaving and I'm not on it. I run up to the door as the airplane starts to make it's loud noises, from the engine. I hit the door repetitively, but obviously no one hears me. Or no one cares enough to open the doors to the crying guy, about to have his heart broken.

The plane starts to move away. It feels like a string is attached to my heart and the other end to the plane. The plane moving ripping my heart out of my chest. I fall to the floor, crying and crying, as my future moves away from me at a fast speed. My love is on that plane and I'm not.

I now know how Georgie felt when she lost Lou.

Pain.

Unworthy.

Ashamed.

Worst of all..

Nothing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I don't want to look at what it is, but for some reason I reluctantly pull the mobile phone out of my pocket. I instantly wished I hadn't.

@amazingphil just tweeted: just when I thought he cared enough. #distancehurts.

I break down into more sobs. I bring up my mum's number and cry into the speaker when she picks up - after the third ring.

"Dan?" My mum asks, worry clear in her voice "what's wrong? Aren't you meant to be on the plane?"

"M-mum. I.. I.. I miss-missed the fl-flight" I break down even worse at that point.

"I'm coming to get you love, I'll be there soon"

She hangs up the phone at that point. I'm left alone in the corridor that was meant to lead to my future. My world has just come shattering down around me, and I have no control over it.

I just lay there crying, feeling an odd sensation.

It's like I'm feeling nothing.

THE END