Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)

Phil's Leaving

Seven's POV
I'm sitting in my room, doing nothing, staring at nothing.
It suddenly feels like I can't feel anything. No excitement, anger, sadness, confusion, happiness.
Nothing.
Because what Dan and I feared would happen, happened.
It's been a week since the fight. I haven't gone to school, and none of us have said anything to each other. Because we've all been preparing for today.
Phil's leaving.
No, he's not leaving England, or London for that matter. But he's leaving us. He turned to Peej, and Peej said yes.
I feel my eyes water and tears fall, but I don't feel sad. I just feel water on my face and nothing else.
Because the two people who encouraged me to feel what I feel, are splitting apart. Then it dawns on me.
No more DanandPhilGAMES.
No more Phil is not on fire.
No more The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire.
No more walking into each other's videos.
No more Dan and Phil.
Just Dan, and just Phil.
Now I feel something. Like a mix of frustration, annoyance, and sadness. I was powerless in that fight. I could've came out of my room and calmed the down.
I could've done something.
But I did nothing. I sat there and I cried and screamed.
Somebody rings the doorbell, and I know who it is. I hear Phil's room door opening and muffled voices before Peej and him open my door and walk in.
Phil sits next to me on the bed and wipes my face with his hands. I don't want to hug him, or show any sign I'll miss him, but I have to.
Because I will miss him.
I match onto Phil, my legs around his waist and my face buried on his shoulder. Phil leans his head against mine and rubs my back.
And I start to cry.
My body is shaking, with loud protesting sobs. I don't care if Peej is in the room, he's taking my dad away.
I hug Phil as tight as I can, because it feels that once I let go, I'll let go forever. I never want to stop feeling that warm, comfortableness in my chest when I'm with Dan and Phil. I don't want to have those moments where I just blank out and start to cry.
"Seven, I have to go.." Phil mumbles and runs a hand through my hair. I clutch onto him even tighter, if that's possible.
"Please Phil.."
I pull away and look him in the eye. There's regret and pain in his own, and he brings me to his chest again and lightly kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry, Seven, it's for the best. I'll still see you, and I'll still call you and all that. I'm still going to be in London if you ever need me."
I only nod and climb off of him. I sit on my bed and watch him go to leave my room.
"Phil, wait!"
Peej and Phil turn around, Peej with a sympathetic look in his eyes.
"I love you, Phil. Dad." I wipe my eyes and try to smile at them. Phil runs over and gives me one last hug before kissing the top of my hair and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Phil's POV
I don't want to leave.
But I can't stay.
Why? I don't know. I'll fall more in love with Dan. When he said he loves me, he most likely meant it in a best friend way.
But listening to Seven cry, the sad smile he tried to give me, was the most heartbreaking thing I've ever had to experience. The way he clung to me as if his life depends on me.
He's my son. I'm leaving my son, but I don't want to.
Opening Dan's room door and whispering a goodbye to him, with his reaction just being a glare with tears in his eyes, hurt.
Peej quickly rips me from Dan's room and drags us out of the flat, with my suitcase full of only things I think I need.
I climb into the taxi silently, sitting next to my boyfriend. I mentally cringe when he slips his hand into mine and tells the driver where to go. Sighing, I look out the window, and see Seven looking down at us. He sees me as well and waves before walking away.
I never thought I'd say goodbye to my love and my son.
Because the hardest part of this, is leaving them.