D A N ' S P O V
My heart beats faster than it ever has gripping onto its last few moments. My hands gripping onto the cold bathroom sink with sweat forming underneath on my bare palms. A waterfall flooded my cheeks. I could feel my tears drying as the cold wind from the outsides squeezed into my isolated bathroom. My head was overflowing with thoughts. I couldn't think straight. My mind was chaotic, loud and ear-piercing yet the screech of silence filled the bathroom with echo. A man glared at me. His eyes met mine. They were like a deep hurricane of brown and hints of light glowed around the iris. His face looked disappointed. Only to find out I was looking at my reflection.. I slipped out of my faint daydream and I could hear the sound of Phil opening his door down the corridor.
Oh Phil, you were never to good at sneaking. As I could hear his little toes prodding along our hallway, I wiped away my tears preparing incase Phil wanted to use the bathroom. I had a quick rush of anger and frustration. Why the hell does he live with me? Me! He's far too good for me. Oh god. Not again. I let out a loud sigh and stop my tears from flowing once more.
P H I L ' S P O V
Dan must've been awake for some while. I heard him pacing in his room at 2 am as per usual and talking to himself. If two little girls walked into my room and asked to play for ever and ever I wouldn't be surprised. Things get pretty weird in this apartment. I crept down the dark hallway. Each footstep made the ancient floorboards cry out in pain, it's excruciatingly painful to listen to.
By now, the normal human being would be asleep but not Phil Lester. Although, its kind of hard to sleep when you're constantly thinking about someone and how undeniably, hard it is to see them upset. Of course my biggest worry is that Dan will never be happy.
I wish Dan wouldn't open up to me. All of this late night pacing and talking to himself. All he does is lock himself in the bathroom for hours. He disappears into his room and doesn't come out until the crack of dawn. He never talks to me.
I finally reach the bathroom door after getting lost in thought.
"Hey Dan, you busy in there?" I question.
"What Phil, it's 2 in the morning. Shouldn't you be asleep?" He muttered quite aggressively.
"You've been in there for an hour now. Just let me in." I moaned while also questioning why he could be so irritated. 'Maybe he had another panic attack? Is he upset or just tired?'
Dan flung open the door carelessly, not bothering to watch where it went. The door hit my shoulder but Dan was oblivious.
Of course i'm confused by this but it is rather late. My shoulder was thudding though. I won't make a scene, even though the diva in me was shouting 'DO IT PHIL!' I'll just talk to him tomorrow. Make sure he's ok. I think we're both to tired for this drama right now. Although this has been going on for quite some time; the reoccurring arguments. The rudeness. And violence. I'm sick of it!I got a glass of ice cold water from downstairs and came back up ready to sleep before the birds came out and started being annoying.
After, I went into dans room to see if he was ok. I slowly sneaked up to the side of his bed. YEAH NOT CREEPY PHIL! I looked over. His eyes were shut and his perfectly shaped lips that usually had a heavenly smile were sealed shut and his cheeks were all squished up as his face pressed against his black pillow case. But he was rolled up in bed like a sushi roll. I didn't want to bother him when he looked so peaceful.
