Fiona //phan AU

9

Phil 

I don't know what to do with myself. Dan has been in the bathroom for about an hour or two. All I've done is pace back and forth in Dan's room, anticipating when he's coming back. I stop pacing when I hear a quiet knock on the door. 

"Dan? Are you in here?" A small voice calls. 

"Um, no, It's just me, Phil." 

"Where's Dan?" Sam asks from outside the door. 

"I-in the bathroom, I think." I stutter. 

"Um, Phil, can I come in?" He asks. 

"Yes, sure. The door's unlocked." I say as I sit down on Dan's bed. 

Sam walks in, a face stained with tears. What's up with this family and crying? Well, I guess I'm not one to talk...

"Is Dan mad at me?" Sam's face is downcast. 

I think for a minute before replying, "I don't think he's mad at you, I think it's his dad that he's mad at." 

"Why? What did his- my- father do?" 

"Why don't you ask Dan yourself?" I say as I nod in the direction of the door where Dan is stood. 

I watch as Sam turns around and Dan puts on a face as if he hasn't just been crying for two hours. 

"Dan? What did dad do that was so bad?" Sam asks, innocently. 

"Sam, I'm not in the mood to talk about that right now, I just really want to sleep. Now, please, just leave." Dan says, sighing heavily. 

I watch Sam as he walks out of the room, shoulders hunched over in defeat. I wanted to tell the poor kid, but I'm not the one who can- or should- actually tell him that stuff. 

"Phil?" Dan asks whilst waving his hand in my face to get me out of my thoughts. 

"What? Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, I'm very tired and wanting to go to sleep. I know it's early, so you don't have to go to sleep now if you don't want. Just go down and talk to my mum about the guest bedroom." Dan repeats, trying to suppress a yawn. 

I just nod and stand up from his bed, so he can climb in. 

Talking to parents was never my specialty, I always get a feeling of anxiety when I have to talk to parents, or adults in general. 

"Dan, is it okay if I just stay in here? I'll be quiet, I promise," I say as he rolls over so his back is facing me. 

"Sure, but don't bother me," he responds, his tone of voice unreadable. 

I just nod my head, even though he can't see me. I don't know what to do with myself, so I just decide to lay down on the floor until I fall asleep. 

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I wake up in the middle of the night to someone yelling and thrashing around. The blanket that was on Dan's bed is now in my face. I take the blanket off and sit up and find Dan was most likely having a nightmare. 

I don't know what to do. I'm never good at comforting people. 

He, then, starts screaming and crying and tossing and turning violently. I decide to step in to try to get him to wake up. 

I stand up and start shaking Dan. Trying to wake him up. 

Damn, this boy is a heavy sleeper, my goodness. 

"Dan! Dan, wake up!" I yell at him. "It's just a dream, wake up!" I'm shaking him even harder at this point, but nothing's working. 

Just then, Dan jerks awake, panting hard.