Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Phil's POV

I hissed as my coffee scolded my mouth, burning my tongue. I put the cup back down on the table, careful not to spill it like I had done so many times before. I looked out the large window of the café, comforted by the familiar streets of London. They were always busy, always bustling, always changing. Unlike everything else in my life.

Everyday was the same, completely ordinary. Nothing ever happened. Well nothing of interest that is. I sighed, lost in the thought of life being a never ending loop of events. Always repeating, never stoping. I looked back down at my drink, tempted to try it again, but knowing I would just make the same mistake.

I breathed out heavily, feeling the exhaustion settling in. After 2 weeks of little sleep, it was hard to stay awake. Especially during the day. I rubbed my eyes gently as I tuned back into what he was saying.

"-but I guess I've been talking for ages. So, I wanna hear about you Phil. What's your story?" I gaze back up to the man sitting across from me. He was attractive enough, but not quite my type. He was short and had shiny blond hair that was newly trimmed. His arms were tan and muscular, bulging out of his thin grey t-shirt. His eyes were blue with hints of green in them, complementing his other features. It was clear he was good looking, but not what I liked.

I liked brown hair and brown eyes, they make you feel warm and comfortable, like home. Also dimples. They can always make a guy cuter, no matter what. And of course if he's got a good laugh. That's something about a person that really stands out. It makes them special.

But, as I told a joke about my childhood, his chuckle was monotone, regular, quiet. The opposite of what I desired. I knew then that I didn't want a second date with him, turned off by that one little thing. It was ridiculous, but it was how I felt. I groaned internally, knowing I would have to wait for this first date to be over. I just wanted to go back home to Dan...

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We should do this again sometime," he said cheerfully, clearing thinking we had fun. I nod my head in agreement, but knowing I won't call him as he gives me his number. I take it and shove it in my pocket as he starts to walk away. I run my fingers through my hair, glad that it was over.

I unlocked the front door and stumbled in, hanging up my coat on the rack. I took the stairs two at a time, feeling energized now that I was back home. I headed to the kitchen to grab some chips when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I sighed, knowing what he was going to pester me about.

"Phil! You're home already? Wow, short date. Well, I guess it was just coffee. So, how was it? Was he hot? Was he nerdy? Was he hot AND nerdy?" I huffed as I shrugged my shoulders. "He was fine i guess. That's all," I reply blandly. Dan raised his eyebrows in question as I began sauntering away.

"That's it?" He asked, obviously unsatisfied with my answer. "Well good to know your time together was magical," he said frustrated. I ignored him as I sat down and turned on the T.V, still exhausted from the few hours of sleep I had the night before.

The screen lit up and showed a news broadcast. I listened in, intrigued by what the news anchor began to explain.

"Last night there was bizarre fire near Hamilton street in London. An abandoned wear house was burnt to the ground, completely destroying it. The cause of the blaze is unknown at this point, but police are saying that it could've been started by a match or small explosive. It is currently under investigation and anyone who may have information of the cause is to contact the police immediately."

"Turn it off," Dan said quietly, sounding serious. I looked towards him to find his expression completely unreadable. He wasn't smiling, frowning or anything. Just staring at the television with what seemed to be fear. His eye was twitching, but the rest of him was motionless, like he was trying really hard to stay clam. Struggling to keep it together.

"Uh... sure," I said confused, pressing the button, making the screen turn black again. He stood up slowly as he said "Thanks Phil," before walking away.

I opened my mouth to say something, but decided to leave him alone. He wouldn't of given me an answer anyways. Dan had been acting weird lately. Weirder than usual.

He thought I didn't notice, but I heard him leave the house in the middle of the night sometimes. At first I brushed it off, assuming Dan just liked night walks or couldn't sleep. But, after weeks of hearing him slip out of the apartment, I was beginning to get worried.

It didn't help that he had become distant to, barely speaking to me for days sometimes. I wondered what had happened to him that made him this way, but I didn't dare ask. Seeing how different he was acting, I had no idea what his reaction would be to me acknowledging his behaviour.

But most of all, I knew Dan was hiding something from me. Something big. In all the time I've known him, he's opened up to me and let me be in his life, but it feels as though he's never shown the entire thing, not every side of himself. Like he has to hold back. I know there must be a secret he is trying to keep, and if there is, I have to be ready for whatever it may be. Because the truth always comes out. And that, more than anything, terrifies me.

Do you think Phil's POV should be included to, or just Dan's? Please let me know :)