Remember Me

Shattered Memories

'Fuck it, fuck it all' Dan's mind hissed as he dragged out a luggage from underneath his bed.

'I always had a thing for Phil even before we actually started talking' Dan admitted to himself as he started throwing clothes haphazardly into his luggage.

'I was Phil trash #1 then and I'm sure as hell am Phil trash #1 still' he sighed as his luggage filled up.

He wanted nothing more than to rewind the clock to a time where he could possibly have Phil. But no, he just had to put people's thoughts before his own feelings and he probably hurt Phil in the process as well.

Dan quickly zipped up his bag and started pulling it outside his room and down the stairs, his body seemed to know what to do as his mind was in overdrive, thinking of every possible thing he had done wrong to Phil.

He quickly hailed a taxi and climbed in "Kings Cross". Dan shook his head at how down right depressed he sounded. He justified what he was doing by going back to Berkshire was that Phil would be happier without him.

It wasn't until he was on the train washing up in the bathroom that he broke down into tears.

"You're such a lousy fuck up Daniel"

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It was pretty late when Phil got home, he didn't mean to stay out for long but he was thinking to much but had decided if Dan had remembered everything and still wanted him then he was okay with it.

He never really stopped liking the younger lad in the first place. He didn't see anything out of place and assumed Dan had went to sleep until he made it to their hall.

Stuff that Dan had thrown had somehow ended up in the hallway. His bed sheet was still hung up on the door somehow.

Phil bit his lip worriedly as he quickly entered Dan's room.

The mattress was up against the wall, the comforter was in the corner, at his feet was a doll that Phil had sent Dan about a month before they met in person.

He gingerly picked it up and hoped it had only been thrown. Phil remembered winning it out of a crane machine just for Dan.

It's orange eye was a bit lose, maybe from age Phil hoped but the green fabric was still intact and the brown hoodie like thing it was wearing needed to he pulled down. Nothing too bad thankfully.

Phil sighed as he put the doll down on the dresser and started cleaning the room and checking if anything was actually broken.

He figured Dan had gone back to Berkshire since his luggage was gone, wish frankly hurt Phil. He would probably follow him in the morning since the trains didn't run this late.

Dan had also left his stuffed bear which he slept with every night, so Phil would have to bring it to him or Dan wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Phil kinda wished he had a time machine so he could easily fix everything but it hadn't been invented yet as he fixed the bed and then went to the dresser to pick up a broken frame.

The frame held a old picture of the two, taken in Phil's room the first time they had met in person. On a actual camera so it had never been published online.

Phil sadly pulled out the photo carefully and laid it on the dresser before picking up the rest of the glass and throwing it in the bin.

In the morning he would follow Dan and hopefully fix things.