I Thought That You Were Gone (Phanfic)

The Earthquake

I woke up on Phil's bed on the fifth day of his absence. I had been sleeping on it ever since he left. It made me feel like he was with me. It smelled of him. I loved it. I noticed that my phone was buzzing repeatedly, sending way more notifications than usual. I noticed that most of them said things about checking the news immediately. I really didn't understand why. People put crying emoji faces and nervous comments encouraging me to watch the news quickly... Before I found out from a friend. What the hell did this mean?!

Without thinking, I searched 'Latest news' on Google. I turned off my notifications so I could focus. I was too lazy to go and watch on my laptop, what could be this important, though. Nothing. Absolutely nothing, unless it had something to do with Phil. Yeah right. Phil in the news. 

I watched the news reporter talking about political issues, Donald Trump.. Bla bla bla. Why was this so important? I got so impatient that I looked through the comments.

'What a tragedy'

'Poor Dan, does he know?'

'I wonder how many survivors there were.'

What was this? My eyes suddenly glimmered with tears. I continued watching the video, nothing yet important or special to him mentioned anywhere... Until...

"We leave the most tragic towards the end. Florida's HUGE earthquake hits many people with anxiety and kills almost half of the population of the small area of.. square miles... destroying skyscrapers, Orlando almost fully destroyed."

I stopped the video. Wait. WHAT?! I didn't need to know anymore. I looked through Phil's latest comments on his Twitter. 

'Oh my gosh, I hope Phil survived'

'I'm actually crying, oh my gosh this is so tragic'

'I hope Dan is not breaking down right now, I'll have to cry double the amount that I already am'

I didn't know what to do, I was a tiny human, facing the real world. How was I going to help?! What should I do? I make up my mind. I grab my phone and search through my contacts, crying helplessly. I find it. 

"Dan! Oh my god, Dan! Oh, my god! Oh my flipping god, Dan. Oh, Dan!" I hear Louise sobbing through the phone. "I'm coming over right now, I don't give a crap that it will take at least an hour, I don't care that I have no makeup on, I don't care that I look like a mess.. I'm coming over RIGHT NOW" 

"Louise." I manage to say in utter disbelief and sadness

"Dan" She replies raspily