Almost broken(bullied) , A phanfiction

#14 Please be okay

Phils POV

Okay Phil, first step, don't panic. He's probably gone out and just hasn't bothered to say anything or leave a note. Unless, of course he's been mugged or something but that can't possibly happen, Dan is way too strong.

Well, wherever he is, it's time for me to play Phillip Holmes.

First: find out whether he did come home at all!

Right, how can I do that?

I stand in the hall thinking. I brush my knuckles along the wall and slowly spin, this helps me think.

SHOPPING! Dan said he was going to get shopping so if he did return home, he'd have left the shopping in the kitchen.

I dash to the kitchen and see nothing on the table except for some left out bowls. I check the cupboards and the fridge, nothing new.

First Conclusion: he never came home.

Second: Did he go to his house instead?

At first, finding out if he went to his house,  seemed pretty simple. Go to his address, knock on the door and simply ask whoever answers. Well there's one big problem. I can't remember his address or how to get there? All I can remeber is it's on some dodgy street like ten minute walk fron mine. Maybe there will be something on his phone?

I quickly walk up stairs and into my bedroom. Sitting up on the bed, I grab his phone from the bedside table.

I turn in it on. Of course it's locked!

Password? Hmm... danhowell... thought not. Maybe... philisafag?

I type in philisafag into the password and the phone unlocks.

Oh my gosh. What a lovely password! And oh my gosh. His phone wallpaper.

It's me. It's me looking down, smiling or laughing. I think I'm stood outside school, probably with my mum. He's even put a bright filter on it. I'm his background. Smiling and being happy. I'm so confused.

I'm trying not to be nosey but I can't help it. Maybe there might be anything about whether he actually likes me or not. I open up notes.

There are only two.

'Shopping List' only says tinned food, mums shitty beer and cereals.

The second one is titled 'Okay'.

I open it and see it is only short.

Don't hurt Phil. I can try. Do you love him? Maybe. Why do you do it? I don't know. It makes him sad. Ugh. He deserves it, okay?

It seems like a confusing conversation he had with himself.

Maybe I can help him.

Tell him how I feel.

Tell him I forgive him.

Tell him that I love him.

Tell him I want him to be mine.

Shut up Phil, you're full of crap. Dan will laugh and hit you and call you a fag or some shit.

I press on contacts and pick himself. Perfect, address found!

***

I finnally make my way to the address. I remeber his house so I know this is the right place. I pause before I knock on the door.

"Please be okay." I whisper out loud to myself.

I knock.

No answer.

I knock again and then hear his mother shout.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, Jesus fucking Christ!"

The door opens and Dans mum appears at the door, looking very tired, hungover and fustrated.

"Um." I feel my heart stop, what if he's not here? "Is Dan here?"

"No fucking way is he here. I told that shit to leave my fucking house and go kill himself on a bridge. I don't give a shit about him, I don't want anything to do with him so FUCK OFF!"

She slams the door in my face leaving me standing there with a stunned look on my face.

His mum told him to kill himself, leave the house? The thought of someone being so horrible to Dan made me so sad. Where is he? Where is he? Please be okay, please be okay.

Second Conclusion: Not at, what is now only his mothers home, his own home.

Third: Hospital?

Okay, hospital may seem a little drastic but maybe he's been hit by a car or something after all it was very dark and Dan tends to wear dark clothing so no one can really see him in the dark.

Luckily for me, the hospital was qutie close so it was quick to walk to.

I entered the modern looking building and went to the first desk I saw.

The lady with dark hair in a bun smiled at me and asked how could she help me.

"I'm checking if a friend of mine is here." I say.

"Okay, and do you know what time they would have been admitted?" she begins to click things on the computer.

"Sometime between 10pm and 11 this morning?"

"Okay" She clicks and types something in. "We have four people who are in right now that were admitted between those hours."

"Who?" I ask eagerly.

One part of me hopes one of them is Dan as that means  I know where he is however if one is Dan, that means he's probably injured.

"There's Nadiya Rocknell?"

"No."

"Allison? She hasn't gave a second name yet."

"Nope."

"Charlie Ross your guy?"

"Not him."

"Dan Howell?"

Please                   

be

okay