Dan flew out of Phil's hospital room and ran at top speed through the hallway and down to the elevator. How long ago had Phil left that note? He could be all the way to an airport by now for all he knew.
Not knowing who else to confide in, Dan yanked out his phone and called Clarissa.
"Hello?"
"Clarissa! Phil's gone!"
"Gone? Slow down, what do you mean, gone?"
"I mean he left me a note explaining that he had to be alone for a while and now I can't find him!"
"Oh my god. Listen, I'm not very good at it, but I do know of a spell that can help locate him. Get over here as soon as you can, and I'll try to round up what I need."
"Ok. See you soon." Dan hung up just as the elevator doors opened revealing the lobby. As fast as he could, Dan bolted to the front desk and looked directly at the nurse. "Hi, what do you have on a Phil Lester in room 405?!"
"Oh, you mean the boy with the black hair that came down with the plague?" the woman asked.
"I see he's already the talk of the staff. Yeah, him."
"Oh, you just missed him. He checked himself out a little over fifteen minutes ago," the woman confessed.
"Oh... Well, thank you," Dan told the girl before running out of the hospital to find a quiet place to teleport to the coven house. "Shit!" he caused under his breath as he slid into one of the many alleyways. Phil could be as far away as somewhere like a bust stop by now. He couldn't just let the boy he was in love with leave, though. He was going to find him even if it meant the world. When Dan was sure no one was in sight, Dan teleported to the house, and found Clarissa in the library.
"There you are. Ok, this is called a locater spell. In order for it to work, you need to have a serum, which this book provides a recipe for, and you must have clairvoyance, mind reading, and mind manipulation," Clarissa instructed showing Dan a page from a black leather bound book that she had in her hands.
"Do you have all these things," Dan asked Clarissa as she slapped the book shut and held it to her side.
"All but one. I'm going to need you to get me something of Phil's. Something that he's recently touched or worn. Something that smells like him would be preferable," Clarissa explained. "If you go get that, I'll start brewing everything else while I wait for you.
Dan nodded, "Got it. See you in a minute." With that, both of them parted ways to get started.
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Phil leaned against the window of the cab, fogging it up with each breath he took.
"Here's fine," he told the driver, and the car came to a gentle stop beside the curb. Phil paid the driver and then got out, proceeding to walk aimlessly down the street.
After his fight with Dan, he couldn't bare to look him in the eyes. Every lie he told was just a stab in the heart from the man he loved. He was always gone, always dishonest, and always acting strange. Ever since he had started hanging around those people at that house, Dan had been acting like a completely different person. Was it possible that he had gotten himself involved in some sort of illegal actions? Drugs? Murder? A gangs even? All these thoughts pounded on Phil's head making him want to cry, but he wouldn't let himself.
Yet I still love him through all of that. What's wrong with me? Phil thought sitting down at the edge of a lonely bench. Even though he was cleared to leave the hospital, didn't mean he was felling all that much better. He was still quite ill, in fact he felt almost like he was about to vomit.
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Secrets, Lies, and Covens (Phan)
FanfictionAll his life, Dan Howell was always left handed which is why the day he picked up a pen with his right hand and took notes that were identical to those of his left, he knew something weird was off. Not even ten minutes later, he realizes that he can...
