Home Alone - Phan

2. Stay with me for the night

 *Dan’s POV*

‘I-I… I ju-ust m-missed y-ou…’ I stuttered as I tried to hold back the new tears.

Phil didn’t say a thing, but after a few seconds of awkward silence he pulled his arms around me again, and let out a sigh. We never hugged, literally never. I didn’t really like to touch people, neither did I like it when someone else touched me, but now it filled my for all this time cold feeling heart with warmth again, and I wanted him to never let go of me.

But he did as he said ‘But why?’

I just shook my head, and pulled him closer, trying to get his arms back around me. He set me up and looked me in the eyes.

This must be kinda weird for him now, as I never want him to take care of me in any sad feeling situation, and now I don’t want him to let go of me.

‘I’m here now, you shouldn’t feel lonely.’ He wiped away some new tears I didn’t feel coming. ‘Please stop crying. Come, you need some sleep, you look exhausted.’

He led me around the bed and laid me down on the bed. He set next to me and rubbed my stomach. I closed my eyes.

‘You can sleep here again tonight, as you probably already did since I left the house…’ I heard a little laugh in his voice. I just loved the way he always made me feel good again with such little things I couldn’t even see. He probably didn’t know this, as I didn’t tell him, but he knew it always made me smile.

He stood up but his hand was still on my stomach.

‘Good night Dan,’ he said as he made a last circle on my stomach before he took his hand off.

‘Oh and Dan,’ my eyes shot open as I realised he walked away. ‘If you need me, I’m in your bed. Just call me if you need me, I’ll leave the door open a bit.’

I didn’t want him to leave me again. I had to fight with that for so long now, and I couldn’t take any more loneliness.

‘Phil…?’ I called as Phil had nearly closed the door.

‘What’s wrong?’ He came back and stood in the door opening.

‘Could you please just stay with me? I… I…’ He didn’t need any more explanation. He turned off the lights in the hallway and laid down on the other side of the bed. This wasn't what he usually did. We had never slept in the same bed before.

‘Of course I can,’ he smiled. I never felt as happy as I did now. I knew I could count on Phil, he was always there for me, on sad and happy days. He was the best friend I ever had had, and I really hoped I could stay with him forever, and never let go of him. I liked Phil, because he knew exactly what to do in case of emergency. But only when it was me who was the emergency.

I watched him a while as he had closed his eyes. It felt strange, and I couldn’t get that this was really happening. We had been friends for years now, but never lay down on the same bed, only sat on it for in a video. There was a little shock going through me as he suddenly started to speak again.

‘What happened in the time I wasn’t home which made you look like what you look like right now?’

I didn’t know what to answer, because there wasn’t an actual reason, so I bit my lip. As I didn’t respond immediately, Phil looked up at me and scanned my face.

I wasn’t able to talk, I just couldn’t explain what it felt like to be alone, but I knew I had to.

‘I just felt so lonely all the time you were abroad. I… Normally, there’s always you who I can talk to. Now there was nobody. Friends had no time, I barely know the neighbours, and the internet just killed me by telling me you weren’t there to laugh with me about stupid GIF’s on Tumblr. I couldn’t even do a Live Show on YouNow, because I read too many Tweets from people asking me how it was without you, and if I missed you.’

I hadn’t noticed the new tears before Phil wiped them off my face.

‘Stop crying please, I can’t look at a broken Dan...’