The Boy With The Whiskers; Phan

He's At The Flat.

It's been 4 days. Still no trace of Dan, or where he had gone.

I lay on the couch, thinking and deciding if I should make a police report. Missing 24-year old? Yeah right. But maybe.

My phone rings.

I was too stunned to react. I picked up my phone, expecting it to be Dan.

"Hello?" I say, my voice trembling.

"Hello. Is this Phil Lester?" A female woman speaks, sounding around 30.

"Yes. why?" How had this person gotten my number?

"Your mail is at the station. We heard that you moved and we would like you to confirm your address."

"What? I haven't moved. It's still the same address." I glance out the window.

"Well we'd like it if you came and picked up your mail."

"Alright, I'll be right there." I hang up the phone, and grab my keys.

I walk outside and run to the station. I grab my mail, and the lady apologizes for the inconvenience.

On the way back, I see a few fans, and we take pictures. One of them with brown hair and brown eyes asks me, "Where's Dan?" 

I feel my face go pale, "He's at the flat." I tried not to sound like a guilty liar. She smiles, and walks away.

The walk home is quiet, except for the cars driving by.

It's currently 8:23, and getting very dark out. I enter the apartment, and notice my laptop on.

I go over to it, and I have a message from my mum. I quickly respond to it, and carry on.

It's 9 in the evening, and I walk into Dan's room.  I sit on the mattress, and look around. 

I look over at one of Dan's drawers and see a piece of paper sticking out. I go over and take it. It's a printed map.

On it, red marker runs all the way to a place in Westminster. There's another map, and a place on Greycoat Pl. A cafe.

I yelp, and run into the lounge. I take the maps and stuff them inside my coat pocket, along with a pen and my phone. I almost Sonic-dash out of the apartment when I remember there are stairs. I run down the stairs, and catch the nearest bus headed to Westminster.

several minutes pass by, and the bus finally stops. I get off, and call an Uber. I hop onto it when it comes two minutes later.

We drive to Greycoat, and I hastily get out of the taxi.

I look around for a cafe, and there it is, just a few feet away.

I run in, ready to run into Dan's arms, when I stop myself, noticing that the cafe is completely empty except for the waitress and a man in the corner of the cafe.

No sign of Dan.

I walk over to the waitress and she looks at me.

"Has anyone by the name of Dan Howell been by here?" I say, panting from the run.

"Dan?" She takes a moment, "Is he tall with brown hair and brown eyes?"

I nod.

She goes behind the counter and pulls out a few pieces of paper from a drawer. "he left these here, didn't say anything, just came, put these on one of the tables and took off." 

"Oh, thank you very much." My voice falters. 

She nods and smiles, and goes back to wiping one of the tables.

I walk out, and take an unsettling sigh.

Haven't found him yet, but will I ever?