Home Alone - Phan

4. Noises

*Phil’s POV*

He crossed his legs and sat opposite of me so he could sit for a longer period, eyes on the wall opposite again. I couldn’t help but feel a little buzzer going through my heart at this particular moment.

‘So… Before you left, I didn’t even think the things that happened to me could’ve happened. But they did. It was awful.

‘You left in the morning, and I had some work to do at the BBC that afternoon, so there was no reason for me to feel lonely, as it was with a few other DJ’s. In the evening I had dinner with some of the cool guys from BBC, and when I was home, I immediately went on the internet, so there was no time for things to happen. At about 2 am I went to bed, and still nothing had happened. A couple hours later I woke up by hearing noises downstairs. I couldn’t move and watched the bedroom door open eyed. I decided to take a look as it could be you with a cancelled flight.

‘I quickly got my phone, and stood in the stairwell for a while, hands and legs vibrating. The noises didn’t come from inside our apartment, so I went down a few steps and shone with my phone on the front door. It was locked, and the doorknob didn’t move, so I decided to go down entirely and listen more closely. I hoped to hear you talking to yourself.'

He was right, I sometimes did such stuff. I wasn’t proud of it, but sometimes I just talked to myself. Especially when I thought Dan couldn’t hear me, but often he did.

‘It was possible to hear voices now, so I prepared 101 on my phone, but then I noticed I knew these voices. I was pretty sure, so I unlocked the door.

‘It were the neighbours, who couldn’t get into their house. Their key stuck in the keyhole, and they were trying to get it out of there with the other neighbour's help. He’d brought some utensils, but it all didn’t really work. I was pretty in shock, but asked if I could help them, before I realised I only stood there in my pants.

‘The young woman next door stared down at me and you know I find her attractive, so I quickly rushed back inside after they told me there was no help required. I slept until 10 am.’

‘So what happened to make you look like this?’ I asked, as there hadn’t happened something completely uncomfortable.

‘First, nothing real bad happened. I filmed a new video after breakfast, and went on my pc to edit it. It didn’t really work, as I got distracted by Tumblr, so it’s still not finished.’ I smirked at him, knowing how he was, knowing how hard it was to stay interested in editing.

‘Oh, and Phil, what happened to your phone? I tried to call you whilst editing my video, as you didn’t reply to my texts, mail, Tweets of others and some more stuff. I had some important questions to ask you…’

‘Oh, yeah, somehow I got it broken by letting it fall down the stairs of the hotel we stayed in… I’m sorry for not telling you, but it will be in my new video. I could’ve used someone else’s phone, but I don’t know why I didn’t. And as you know,’ I pointed at the MacBook on my desk, ‘didn’t I have other electronically things with me so I couldn't write you.’

He let out a sigh of relief, and I begged him to go on with his story.

‘So I tried to call you, and it didn’t work. It said you were already in conversation. That was when I first started editing. An hour or so later I decided that I really needed your advice on something, and I called you again. You were again in conversation, and I started to worry about you.

‘Just after dinner you still didn’t pick up your phone, so I texted you, and as you didn’t reply, I sent you DM’s on Twitter, Whatsapped and even mailed you. It all didn’t work. I went to bed early and, crazy enough, fell asleep soon.

‘That’s when it all began.’