Suicide Notes {Phan}

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Dan's Pov

I stomp up the stair case leading to my old room, with my luggage dragging behind me.

I pass the familiar corridors when I come up to the last door on the left, I twist the knob and push open the door, the blinds are open and sunlight is beaming through the window, but not in a joyful way, in the rays there was dust dancing around from the new movement in the long abandoned room. I examine the space, nobody's touched it since I left.

I stand there at the entrance and let out a little sneeze, causing more dust to swarm around me, making there own unique dance descending to the floor.

I drag my suitcase back in the hallway and let it fall down to the floor as I stomp down the stairs again, Phil is just getting the last of our things out of the car and my "mother" is in the kitchen.

I walk towards Phil and mutter "I'm not staying in my room it's atrocious."

Phil looks at me, startled from my sudden presence and questions "I-uh what do you mean Dan?"

I have a annoyed look on my face as I grab the blue eyed boys hand and drag him up the stairs.

I lead him to my room and stand waiting for a remark as he lets out a huge sneeze, causing more dust to fly up, which in return caused me to sneeze as well

"I suppose we will just have to sleep on the couch then Dan, this is pretty bad." Phil says wiping his nose.

I sigh because I'm honestly just worn out from the flight and want to lay in a comfortable bed and snuggle with Phil, but it looks like that won't happen for the next 3 days, and it annoys me.

"Ok" is all I say as I grab his hand and lead him down the stairs once more.

But before we turn into the living room I have a change in heart as I see the look of confusion of why im acting this way. I love Phil, why am I treating him like this? I turn to him and grab his hips as I pull him closer to me, "I know I've been a bit of an ass today.. but I'll explain it all to you when I can." I say a bit seductively. Phil's eyes widen in surprise and I lean in the kiss him passionately.

Right when Phil starts to grind his hips against me I pull away, purposely teasing him and I whisper in his ear "Let's finish this later babe." I wink and pull away.

Phil plants a pouty look on his face and pushes out his bottom lip. After a bit he turns away from me, cheeks red and heads to the kitchen as my mom calls us out for dinner.

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Dan's POV

I make my way to the table heading after Phil.

He has a nice ass. There's a reason I prefer waking behind him.

Being in the dining room again reminds me of when I was a child. I take a seat next to my boyfriend and memories flood back from my childhood.

I am 7 years old.

My dad was still married to my mother, but not happily.

He walks in the house, smelling of another woman. He slams the door closed and walks straight to the dinner table, not bothering to acknowledging his only son on the way.

After staying out of their way for a few minutes, I make my way to the dinner table and I am greeted with a hearty steak on my plate. (This of course was when we could afford somthing else than frozen dinners.) As we eat in silence my dad looks up at my mother. Noticing somebody is staring she looks up and my father says after a few seconds of deciding if he is going to say what's on his mind or not.