trees // phan

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pj was staring at chris.
again.
he couldn't help it: his boyfriend was beautiful.
chris caught his eye and smiled.
pj leaned in gently, until their lips were touching.
he could smell chris' shampoo.
everything was perfect; their lips met and-
"CHRIS! PJ!"
-and that moment ended.
phil was running towards them, a panicked look his his blue eyes.
"phil?" chris was worried, "what's up?"
phil was breathless, "it's dan"
"the guy who doesn't talk?" pj's eyebrows knitted together.
what was going on?
"he's more than that," phil snapped, making pj flinch.
"what's going on with dan?" chris asked calmly.
phil's eyes brimmed with tears, "he's been locked up in a cupboard but i don't know where or how or why-i don't know anything-" his voice cracked and he whispered, "what do I do?"
"can't you just message him?" chris said.
"no," pj's eyes were glazed with thought, "if he got purposely locked in and his phone goes off, whoever locked him in would know we were coming for him, and it would be way harder to get him"
"what do you mean we?" tears had started to fall from phil's eyes.
"we'll help you get him back, phil," chris smiled, "that's what you want to do isn't it?"
phil bit his lip, "we don't know where he is though"
pj sighed, "sometimes i wonder what it's like to be so closed minded"
he held out his hand to phil, "pass me your phone"
phil fished it out from his pocket, "here"
"what are you doing?" chris peered over at the screen.
"there's an app on every apple device called find friends. it tracks other people's phone location," pj said, finding the app on phil's phone, "if dan's locked up but he sent a text, then he has his phone on him. this'll lead us straight to him."
chris' eyes cleared, "that's genius," he breathed.
the three of them looked down at the phone.
a map showed the uk.
for a moment, nothing happened.
but then...
...it started to zoom in.
until finally the map showed one single house.
pj's eyes were bright.
"got you"