Best Friends (phanfic)

Hot Cocoa

Phil knew exactly where he was going. Twirling his old apartment keys around his index finger, he smiled softly to himself. He had finally realized why he cared about his llama-loving best friend so much. Friends...? Phil couldn't think of him as just a friend anymore. He hoped that he had been wrong before when he believed that Dan was joking about his feelings. He might just love him back.

He could barely contain his excitement. Trembling, he inserted the slick silver key in to the keyhole. He turned it slowly, twice clockwise, just like he used to.

As he opened his old apartment door, something wasn't right. The whole apartment reeked of alcohol. He stepped in further and closed the door softly behind him. Empty bottles. Littering the floor, lurking in shadows underneath the bed, piling high in the bin, jeering at him from the counter. Several used and  crinkled up tissues occupied the bin along with the bottles. Moving over to the sink, Phil was horrified. Several paper-thin razor blades, crusted with crimson, lay on the draining board.

"Dan...why did you do this to yourself?the raven-haired boy spoke quietly.

Phil scooped up the blood-stained razors into a black trash bag, along with all of the drained bottles of heavy alcohol. He took out the overflowing trash bin. He scrubbed the apartment that had once been full of laughter and joy from top to bottom. He didn't want any remnants of despair left in Dan's house. Their house.

He was moving back in. He had decided that once Dan had awoken from his coma, he would collect his possessions from his ex-girlfriend's house and leave her for good. She couldn't make him happy anymore. Not like Dan did. He didn't love her. He loved his best friend, Dan Howell. He wanted Dan to be happy. He didn't care about her. He was going to tell Dan that he loved him with all his heart and that he would never ever leave him again...

Phil awoke the next morning to a soft beam of sunlight hitting his pale skin. It felt good. He had slipped in to a soothing slumber the previous night in Dan's bed; a slumber which was enclosed with promises and love and hope. The smell of Dan was comforting to him. He had never been able to sleep even remotely well at his girlfriend's creaky, dusty apartment. His ex-girlfriend's apartment, that is.

Yawning sleepily, he rose from the warm, comfortable bed and padded absent-mindedly into the kitchen.

Cereal... Wait. There was a complete absence of food here. Dan hadn't been starving himself as well...had he? Phil felt a sudden pang of sadness and guilt in his chest.

He needed to come back. Dan needed him, and he needed Dan. Both of the YouTubers' happiness depended upon it. Oh well. He would skip his breakfast for today, and take a much needed detour to the supermarket.

As he reentered his apartment, the stench of alcohol struck him across the face for the second time since he had arrived. He couldn't do anything about that. He opened all of the windows in the house to reveal a clear blue, sunny sky that seemed to radiate the joy that the ocean-eyed boy was feeling so intensely.

This was Phil's favourite weather. He loved days like this where it wasn't too warm or too cold: it was perfect. He set out once again for the London Hospital.

"Hi, Dan!" he beamed. "Can I tell you something? I've decided that I'm going to move back in to our apartment! My girlfriend and I have broken up. She... She wasn't right for me... I think I've found the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with..."

"But I'm not telling you who it is until you wake up, Dan, so hurry up." Phil laughed, half joking and half serious.

He had become good friends with the ward nurse, Cindy, by this point and he had finally come to an understanding as to why she was so happy all the time.

No matter what you're doing, and no matter where you are: Phil soon came to the realization that, if you can be with the one that you love, your external surroundings don't effect you. The love that you feel for eachother will  warm you from the inside out like a sweet, soothing mug of hot cocoa on even the chilliest winter's day. Phil had all he needed right here.

He had Dan Howell.
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I don't know why I keep doing these cliffhangers but damn I've been told several times that it tugs at the old heartstrings so yh