One Shots

Realize

A/N: I apologize in advance about this one shot. And sorry for the length of it :(

Phil woke up with a headache.Maybe from crying, maybe from the hangover. Either way, he just wanted to die. Not only has his best friend just fucked yet another slut, in their house, he also had no idea that every time he did that, it broke Phil's heart. Phil rolled over, groaning as the sunlight shone into his eyes. Just as he was falling asleep again, something warm started travelling up his throat. He shot up, sprinting to the bathroom, just about making it to the toilet. After he emptied the contents of his stomach(which consisted mainly of vodka and whiskey) into the toilet, he fell back, leaning against the wall. His throat burned, and his headache hasn't gone away. He wished Dan was there to console him, but he wasn't. He was still asleep. Phil gingerly stood up, rummaging through the cabinets for his friend. The rusty razor. With a swift movement, his arms had 5 more cuts, each deeper than the other. He grabbed some paracetamol, and went back to bed. But he couldn't sleep. He wanted to cry, scream at Dan, to realize how much he was hurting Phil.Phil leaned over to his dresser and pulled out his journal. The journal knew all of Phil's secrets and his lies. Usually when Phil couldn't sleep he would open up his journal and write about how much he wished Dan would just magically look at Phil and realize how broken he really was, but at the same time Phil wanted Dan to never find out. Phil picked up his pen and as he got ready to write down his thoughts he noticed a wet spot on the page. Phil put the pen down and felt his cheek to realize that he had started crying.

 ''Just leave already!'' He heard Dan's annoyed yell from outside his door. He sighed. This was a normal routine. 

Phil was about to begin his sentence when he heard glass being thrown in the lounge. Phil scrunched his eyebrows in confusion for this was not part of the routine. Phil sighed and decided to just ignore everything going on outside his door. It wasn't important anyways. Phil was in his own little world even though he was a broken Phil he was still Phil.

 ''Get out!'' He heard a low growl, and another smash. Now he was worried. He sat up, listening intently.He slowly stood up and opened up the door just a bit to see what was going on. There was a broken window due to a chair being thrown out it. The girl was glaring at Dan with a hard look. Phil sighed. This was not going to end well.

 He stayed hidden behind the wall, watching the fight. He was scared.

 The girl screamed"I'm not leaving you!" Dan gave the girl a hard looked and hissed"JUST FUCKING LEAVE!!!"

 ''But I love you! And you love me! I found the letter to me!'' She screeched, making Phil's head pound.

''That wasn't to you.'' Dan growled.

 Dan opened up the door and forcefully pushed the girl out the door and locked it. Dan turned around and noticed Phil's foot hanging out of the room. Dan didn't even acknowledge him as he walked back to his room and slammed the door shut and for once he locked his door. Dan and Phil had never before locked their doors.

 ''Let me in! Hey, you, pale guy!'' Phil heard a the girl screech. He raised an eyebrow, before screaming, as he saw her climb through the smashed window. Dan heard his scream, and ran out of his room, instantly regretting the decision.The girl ran right to Dan and kissed him forcefully. Phil quickly pulled the girl off of Dan. The girl screeched"Let go of me, you fucking faggot!" Phil just dropped her hard on the floor after she called him a faggot.

 ''Just leave.'' Dan muttered. She shook her head, stood up, and slapped Phil. He tripped, and fell backwards, smacking his head off the counter. He went dizzy, an he felt blood trickle down his head. Dan gasped, and pushed the girl away. She screamed then, and started kicking and punching Phil.