The Love We Share

3.

A/N:
Hey I hope you like angst :))

I threw my phone onto the couch and ran my hands through my hair, backing towards the kitchen as the salty tears flowed.
I flinched as my back hit the wall and I ended up sliding down the length of it, curling up at the bottom.
Where the hell was I going to find two million pounds in 3 days?
I came to the conclusion that I didn't care what I had to do, I needed it.
I had to be brave.
For Phil.

After what seemed like hours, I stood shakily, retrieving my phone from the couch, thinking of the only person I could tell about this.
Louise.
"Hello?"
I tried to speak, but all that came out was a small whimper.
"Dan, is that you?"
I burst into tears, collapsing onto the ground, still clutching the phone to my ear.
"Dan! What on Earth's the matter?!"
I managed to choke out a few words.
"Ph-Phil. He's been, he's been k-kidnapped..."
She stopped me.
"I'll be right over okay Dan? Don't call the police, or anyone else. I'll be ten minutes max."
All my body would allow me to do was nod as she hung up the phone, and I was left alone again.

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I sat in the same spot, staring blankly at the wall, until I heard a knock at the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I opened the bolt on the door with shaky hands and it flew open, almost knocking me over.

Louise spotted me and pulled me into the tightest hug possible.
I hugged her back, tucking my head into her shoulder, which was a lot further down than I expected it to be, hesitating only when I was no longer able to breathe.

She sat me down, made a cup of tea, and then the questions came.
"How do you know he was kidnapped?"
"The kidnapper called me on Phil's phone."
She gasped.
"Did you see his face?"
"He was wearing a mask."
Another gasp.
"Did you hear his voice?"
"No."
"What did Phil say?"
My hands collided with the coffee table, sending tea flying everywhere.
"I can't talk about this right now. I'm sorry." I winced as Louise left to get some paper towel, returning seconds later. As she cleaned the table, I picked up my teacup and wondered where Phil was. What was that monster doing to my Phil?
A warm sensation  running through my hand sent me flying back into reality just in time to hear Louise's large intake of breath as she jumped backwards.
The bloody remains of my mug lay on the floor, some embedded into my hand, which was pooling with blood.
Great.
I looked up at Louise to find her staring down at me, wide eyed.
"I uh, I'm gonna go clean my hand up." I stuttered as I half ran to the bathroom.

After removing the shards of china from my hand, I bandaged it up and hoped for the best.
She smiled as I walked into the
Living room, examining my hand.
"Louise I-"
"Shh. It's alright, I understand. He's your best friend. It's hard."
Her warm smile made me think of Phil's, and the way his eyes lit up when he did.
And of course, I burst into tears.
Louise had predicted this, however, and I was swept up into a hug just before I tipped over the edge.

Sniffling against her shirt, I apologised profusely.
"I think I s-soaked your shirt."
She chuckled.
"That's alright. This one's old anyway."
I looked up and her face had gone serious.
"We'll find him, Dan. I promise."

A/N:
To be honest I'm not too sure where this is going, but I hope you're enjoying it I guess?
Thanks for reading! Yes you Sarah... Or Joseph..