Phils POV
I saw Dan sleeping with my old blanket. It was unfair. I was living with a man who was supposedly my best friend, and boyfriend. I've gotten almost all my memories but the ones of Dan? They are lost. He is so cute, his laugh, his chocolate eyes and perfectly tanned skin. Is hair is just so soft and I want him.. That sounded awkward. Dan Howell you Bastard. What the hell made me so lucky to have you as a friend.
I knew I had to get my memories back. I packed up my things and took any money I could find. I left a note in the counter and left our quiet flat. I went in the under ground and I was heading to Manchester.
