Best Friends (phanfic)

Attack on Titan

"I love you so much" Phil laughed happily.

His sapphire blue eyes glowed with affection, yet the beautiful colour that Dan used to love so much was almost invisible due to the severe dilation of his pupils.

He felt terrible, having left his best friend in the apartment without saying goodbye. He really didn't want to wake Dan up, since he had kept him up all day and night spilling the details about his girlfriend. For those six months, he had felt sort of... guilty. He felt like a peice of him was missing. He didn't really understand what that incomplete feeling even was, let alone that it was because of his hobbit-haired friend. It still didn't help that Dan wasn't answering any of his calls or texts, leaving him in the dark as to whether or not he was mad at him for not saying goodbye.

"Love you too" she grinned, planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

"Should I call Dan?" he pondered anxiously.

Did Dan really want to talk to him? If Dan was even awake, that is.

It was 7:02am, and his best friend usually only began waking up at 12:00pm. He usually slipped back into another lazy two hours' slumber and then groggily fixed himself a bowl of cereal, protesting jokingly about how Phil would eat all of it.

The joyful memory of Dan's cackling, adorable, stupid-sounding laughter made Phil chuckle. He hadn't thought about his best friend for the whole time he had been living with his girlfriend, and he felt an aching pang in his chest just then that he couldn't explain.

"I'm gonna call Dan, okay baby?" the raven haired boy said. It sounded more like a request than a statement, funnily enough.

"Fine. But don't forget to make breakfast, I'm starving." his girlfriend told him.

He walked, speed-walked, jogged, ran, sprinted all the way across the house to his phone. His phone was already ringing happily, the opening to Attack on Titan filling up the room with random German words Phil didn't know the meaning to. It was an 0208 number, usually the number for home phones in the dreary and boring country of England.

"Um... Hello?" Phil's questioning voice echoed through the desolate spare room of his house; it held his recording equipment and his computer.

"Is this Phil Lester?" a cool, serious voice queried through the outdated mobile phone.

"Uh... Y-yeah."

"I have some very bad news to tell you, I'm afraid, sir" the voice seemed bored out of it's skull and sounded like it would have liked to do anything other than what it was doing at that moment.

"...what i-is it?" Phil's heart began drumming mercilessly inside his chest; he had a gut feeling that it had something to do with his best friend.

"Do you know a man of the name... 'Daniel Howl', sir?" the voice had pronounced Dan's name wrong. That had annoyed Phil a hell of a lot, for some reason.

"...yes" Phil answered cautiously. His gut feeling had been correct.

"I'm calling from London Hospital, sir. Your boyfriend has been struck by a car. He arrived at exactly 4:30am, drunk out of his mind. He wouldn't stop calling out 'Phil! Phil!'. He practically begged us to call you and he kept saying that you were his partner." the cold voice informed him, clearly stifling a cruel laugh.

"What?!" Phil exclaimed, mostly from the shock of his best friend being hit by a car, and partly because his best friend had just called him, Phil Lester, his boyfriend.

The voice sighed a long, irritable sigh. "Sir. Your boyfriend has been admitted to London Hospital, with internal bleeding, a fractured skull, grazing of the arms and stomach and a broken leg." The voice had forgotten about the most broken part of Dan.

"Oh...oh my gosh... Okay...okay...w-when can I- When can I come to see him?" he stuttered, tears dripping down his pale, unshaven face. His girlfriend preferred stubble over a clean shave.

"The young man is stable enough now for you to visit. He is currently in a comatic state, although he will be back to normal in about six months."

"Okay... Thank you so much- I'll visit...as...soon...as...possible." Phil was already struggling clumsily to put on his shoes and coat as quick as possible.

"Goodbye, sir."

Phil sprinted around the house, searching for his keys and flinging anything in his way across the room and into the walls.

"Phil?! What are you doing? Where are you going? You're CRYING!" his girlfriend demanded answers from him, and Phil had no time to spare.

He finally snatched up his keys from underneath the bed that him and his girlfriend shared together and flew down the bustling morning streets of London, not caring in the slightest about the angry tuts or irritable sighs he got from his fellow Londoners.

As he sprinted at the speed of an angry lightening bolt, his beautiful ocean eyes streaming hot, salty tears, Phil whispered shakily and breathlessly to his best friend:

I'm coming, Dan. Don't worry.
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D'awww look at little Philly running to his husband's side in the hospital