The Truth

The Fight

Hello folks, I am back with another Phanfic once again. This story was inspired by this YouTube edit called "Dan and Phil X The Truth" (that for some reason wattpad can't ). Credits to to 'Bloodshed' on YouTube for the idea! Here is the link if you would like to support the editor: https://youtu.be/Y5ZMA-Rl-Mc

There is a trigger warning for mentions of suicide, cutting, self harm, alcholism and cursing. You have been warned.

Maine x

[Dan]
It all began with a fight.

It was a rather cold day, and I had no intention of leaving the house whatsoever. However, Phil had left the house to settle some errands, so I was left at home. I deicded on taking some time to film a vlog and edit it, till Phil came home.

I had finished editing most of the footage after 2 hours. My eyes looked at a file that was labelled with the year that was it was filmed in, 2014. I opened the file and looked at all the pictures we took: vidcon, sitc, Big Weekend. I watched the various videos of Phil and I dancing, and goofing around while filming, bringing a wide smile to my lips.

The Sun had already set by the time I had finished vlogging, editing, and watching videos of both Phil and I in videos that were posted previously. My eyes were bloodshot as I had been editing in the dark, and my head was spinning. Overcome with too many emotions, I walked to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.

It's past 11 already, why isn't Phil home?

That was when I heard the front click open. Excited to show him the finished product for my new video, I briskly walk to the door and open it, only to be horrified.

In stepped Phil; his arm around another man, whom I knew: Peej.

My blood boiled. He knew that I had a crush on him since we met. He fucking knew.

"Peej, I want you out of my apartment." I say, my blood still boiling, and I was seething in anger. He nodded and smiled at me in a drunk manner, and then he left.

I slammed the door behind him and look at Phil. He had gotten himself so bloody drunk, he could barely stand up, making me have to carry him to his room. I took his shoes off, and went to the kitchen to make hangover soup. The whole time I was doing this, I got so angry. He knew I had a crush on him for the longest time!

I hear Phil walking down the hallway, and BANG! He had once again ran his face into the glass door of the kitchen. I shook my head and sighed, opening the door.

"Hey."

He looked at me and awkwardly sighed while leaning against the countertop. I tried to keep my anger down and passed him his hangover soup.

"Here, you shithead."

"Why are you up so late Dan? It's pass 12." He took the soup and drank it. I sighed angrily. Had one over hour of making the soup gone by so fast? Wow.

"Do you know what time you got home?" I say in a low tone, washing up the soup pot. He replied in a huskily muffled tone, which I make out to be a 'no'.

"You got home pass 11, Phil. And do you know who you were with?" I say in a even lower tone, this time turning around to face Phil. If looks could kill, this would have killed him by now. Phil would have been lying dead on the floor at this very moment. Once again, he replied with a husky voice, which I can tell is 'no'.

"You were with Peej!" I yell, throwing the rag on the floor. "Do you know how worried I was after seeing that you weren't home yet?! You aren't the type to reach home so late. Say what you have to say."