My Name Is Dan (Phan AU)

chapter twelve

Dan's P.O.V

My phone kept buzzing.

Phil: dan please answer i miss talking to you i'm sorry

You're not sorry. If you were really as sorry as you say you are, you wouldn't have done it in the first place.

PJ: Dan I didn't mean to, I'm sorry

Bullshit you "didn't mean to."

Phil: dan why aren't you answering me

You know damn well why I'm not answering you.

I don't answer any of them, obviously.

A call. It's from Phil. I'll answer just this once.

"Hello?" I pick up the phone, annoyance evident in my voice.

"Dan? Thank God you picked up. I was starting to worry. I'm so sorry, babe."

"Don't call me that. There's no need to worry about me. Why don't you go worry about PJ instead? He obviously means more than me, anyway."

Silence. "You know that's not true, Dan," he finally replies. "I'm coming over. Okay? I'll make it up to you. I promise. No matter what I have to do."

No he won't. No he won't. My temper rises, and for a moment I find myself staring blankly at the wall. Then I remember that I'm on the phone, and I blink myself back into reality, tears in my eyes. "No you won't," I say simply.

"Yes I will."

The line went dead, and I dropped my phone down onto my bed next to me. He won't be able to make it up. That's not something you can just apologise for, and then hope that everything will be okay.

PJ: You're my best and only friend and I don't want it to be ruined please answer me

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There's a knock at my door, and I look out of my window to see who it is. Of course, it's Phil. Who else would it be, at a time like this? It's almost midnight.

"Answer the door, Daniel, I see you up there," he says playfully. This wasn't a time for playfulness.

"Come in yourself. I'm not opening the door for someone who did something as bad as what you did," I reply, honestly cringing at my own words. I'm acting like a girl. A girl who was hurt badly.

And honestly, that's exactly what I am.

Within a few seconds, Phil was knocking at my bedroom door. He opened it without warning, revealing me in a loose black t-shirt and dark boxers with grey-ish stars all over them.

"Heyo, Danny Boy," he starts, leaning against my door frame and staring at me.

"Hi, Phil," I reply as I try to cover myself up a little bit with the shirt that is way too big for me.

"I'm sorry. I really am."

Sure you are. "No you're not. It wouldn't have happened if you'd be this sorry for it afterwards. You know, I thought you were better than this. It's funny to see how wrong I was."

"I'm really, really sorry," he repeats, slowly walking over to me as if I'm an animal that he doesn't want to startle. Which I am, at this point.

"Stop saying that. You're not sorry. I know you're not sorry. Your eyes don't look sorry. You don't look sorry at all."

"My apologies, what is sorry supposed to look like? Am I supposed to be on my knees, begging for you to forgive me? Am I supposed to be buying you presents to make up for what I've done? You know I'm sorry. You know I'm sorry and you don't want to admit it, because admitting it would consider you defeated," he says rather harshly.

"Ooh, a new side of Phil. How many more sides are there? We've got the pretty boy, nice guy, slut, and the angry Phil. What next?" I reply, only sounding harsh myself because I can't bring myself to cry in front of him. Not right now.

"Come here," he says simply, stopping in his tracks and staring blankly at me.

"Why?"

"Just do it, please."

I stand up slowly and sort of saunter over to him. Once I'm standing nearly right in front of him, he hugs me. A hug to make up for what he'd done. He doesn't know what else to do, and I have to appreciate his efforts, but I still can't bring myself to forgive him.

But I still hugged back.

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Author's Note: I'm doing this for you guys, I hope you know that. The previous chapter didn't even get to 15 votes, which upsets me honestly, but I'm still uploading this chapter. Why? Because you guys wanted me to keep it going. I'm sorry that this chapter is worse than usual. It's difficult to write the story at this point. Sorry. I was going to do so much more with this chapter, but I didn't know what to do. Sorry. 10 votes for next chapter, maybe? I don't know.

-ary asylum