Dan's POV
Phil ran, i could hear his feet pounding down the stairs and out of the apartment and into London. I wanted to chase after him and stop him from running but i couldn't. I loved Phil but didn't love him like that i mean how long has he felt like this?
Has he been keeping this secret all this time? Is he only living with me because he likes me? He is going to hate me, hate how i don't love him and hate how i make it impossible for us to be together.
He is going to leave as soon as he knows i'm not interested and i can't live on my own i just can't. What am i going to do? I knew what i could do and i knew what i should do, i could leave him running and force him to leave me and escape to a new part of his life away from me and the awkward events of the last ten minutes or 5 years perhaps.
But i could do the opposite, i could run after him and tell him i feel the same way despite how i actually feel. I was numb but i knew what to do, i ran. I ran after him guessing where he would have gone. I grabbed my phone form my room and picked my wallet from the side of the sofa before trying to locate his phone.
I can't run for as long as he can and if i at least knew where about he is i could grab a tube to him and be there faster and stop him from doing anything stupid.
"Load faster!" i yelled as my phone showed me how annoying it could be. He was back, my heart skipped a beat as i realized he was here i ran to the door and opened it expecting to see him outside the door. He wasn't there of course, i broke down, what was going to happen now?
As soon as phil realized i didn't love him back he wouldn't want anything to do with me and he would leave me and i would have lost my best friend.
i fell to his bed and started to cry thinking of all the things we would no longer do together and remembering all the stuff we wanted to do again. We would never return to Japan and never go back to Vidcon together what could i tell the fans, how can i be responsible for the death of their OTP. But then i saw his wallet, his phone his oyster card. This meant he was close, he was still in Islington and he is within reach and he needs me. I started running.
