I'm Here - Phil X Reader

What The Shit

Your things are thrown around the floor. All you wanted was your towels. You're in the shower now, sat down in the tub, crying.
What do you have to cry about? You brought this on yourself.
You bite down on your thumb and your eyes crack open, looking down at your wrists and you bite harder without thinking about it. A sob tears from your throat before you bite your lip and hold back your emotions, deciding you don't want to deal with them right now. You collect the broken fragments of yourself and stand up again, washing the tears from your face. You stare blankly at the shower wall until the water runs cold, barely motivated to get even then but turn off the water to save money on hydro.
Fucking stupid.
You realize it was a stupid move, but you don't care. You aren't sure if you care about anything.
After drying off and dressing in clean clothes, you start sorting through the clothes and few things you needed to bring. With your shoes at the door, your clothes folded on the floor, and your hygiene products in the bathroom, you decide it's time to get some furniture. Your "family" had been generous enough to give you £1000 for furniture since they only gave you two weeks to come up with the rest of the costs.
How considerate.
You pull on your hoodie, slip on your knock-off converse and grab your wallet, key and mace before walking out the door. You lock the door and the same familiar voices as earlier catch your attention. Out of instinct, you turn your head.
No way. I must be hallucinating again. I've gone mad from stress.
"DAAAAAAAAAN," the slightly shorter (but still fairly tall) man exaggerates. "I don't want to do a fanfiction reading for our next video! It's too awkward!" He protests with a pout.
Your stomach drops. Your face flushes.
"What the shit!" You yell before you realize it, then instantly face-palm. "Sorry, I just.. ugh. Sorry you must get this all the time." You apologize from the other end of the hall, the two tall men looking at you with confused expressions.
The taller man smiles. "It's fine, I would probably yell what the shit if I randomly saw Kanye West on the street." He consoles you. "I'm guessing you already know who I am, but in case you don't, I'm Dan, and this is Phil. I guess we're neighbours?"