Dan and Phil Imagines

Phan imagine

It's not Phan really, its more phriendship (friendship) idek

Dan's POV

This was it. I was really going to become an adult; it's actually terrifying. I looked over at my best friend who was giggling and dissembling the wardrobe we built a few years ago.

God, it really had been years.

Craaack!

"Phil! What did you do?" I ask horrified looking at the confused manchild who had two slabs of broken wood in his hands. "I had an accident." I throw a loose pillow at his head and laughed.

I'm going to miss this.

I really am. I'm going to miss waking up to find that I've run out of cereal because that gnat ate it all. I'm going to miss late nights of sitting on the couch eating pizza and being on the internet just enjoying each others company. But it was time. We both needed to move on--to grow up. Our lives couldn't be sitcoms forever.

Phil's nearly 30, he desperately wants to be married and have children and just live a suburban life. I need to learn what it's like to live on my own. I couldn't keep living in this big slumber party that I have been since I was 20.

If I'm honest, I feel okay. It's hard, but change always is. I don't like change but I suppose no one does.

Our last night as flatmates was spent hurriedly taking down pieces of furniture as we had both procrastinated like hell.

Boxes were piled upon boxes and memories that lived and breathed between these walls, between Phil and I, for so many years came down to a few small boxes. Pieces of cardboard. Our lives had been diminished to these boxes.

Hours of sleepless nights and tears and this incredible growing bond between he and I were nothing but packed away.

I checked the time, 3:08 AM. I walked to what used to be Phil's, amazing, colourful, incredible room--which was now white walls on pale carpet. And a few stray pillows on the floor.

"Phil?" I called for him, "yeah?" He popped his head from his closet. "Your moving van is here. They'll be coming in shortly." I inform him, I want to walk away. There's so much I need to get done but I'm glued to his door frame. "Dan, you know just as well as I do that you're going to be fine on your own." He says moving closer to me. "I'm sure. It's just a big change." I sigh. "Not much will be different. You know you can always call me if you need something, right?" I nod and told him yes as he moved along and started to take boxes out of the flat.

That was it. I no longer had a flatmate, I lived by myself and was ready for a change.

But I did need something from my best friend.

I dialed his number and waited patiently until I heard his voice--and it sounded like home.

"Phil, I need something."
"Of course, anything."

I could already feel tears running down my cheek and my heart racing.

"I need you to tell me that I'm going to be okay."