Broken

Warning

//Hey hey readers- I'm excited to start this new phan fic! This one will be quite a bit longer than the rest and I'm going to be incorporating photos of dan and Phil to help you see what's happening!! Enjoy!\\

DAN

I woke up strangely early, it still felt dark outside. I looked at my phone.
9:45 am -Tuesday
My face twisted in confusion. Why was it so dark? I got out of bed and stretched, staring up at my hands to see how close they were to the ceiling. Not any closer than they had been the past few days. Maybe I was finally done growing?
I sighed, shuffled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My fringe was tangled and pushed back in a messy quiff. I made a weird face at myself in the mirror before grabbing the comb off of the sink and yanking it haphazardly through my hair.
I walked back to my room- glancing into Phil's to see if he was still in bed. He wasn't.
I pulled a black tshirt on with white stars and my black jeans and black socks. Once I felt i was dressed successfully depressing enough, I unplugged my phone and slid it into my pocket.
I stared at my closet, trying to debate wether I wanted to wear a jumper or not.
I decided against it as I heard a cupboard open in the kitchen. I grinned and rolled my eyes as I crept through the hall, knowing exactly what Phil was up to. I pulled my phone back out and began recording as I crept around the corner silently. Sure enough- there was Phil. Standing in the middle of the kitchen with his arm in my box of crunchy nut cereal. He pulled out a handful and stuck it in his mouth, that cute innocent look on his face.

"CAUGHT YOU!" I shouted suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at him.
He let out a yelp and promptly dropped the box. Cereal scattered the floor.
I laughed until my sides hurt as Phil tried in a futile effort to defend himself. He stammered and tripped over the box on the floor, causing me to laugh harder.
"Clean this up!" I demanded, regaining my composure slightly.
He sighed and complied, grabbing the broom and dust pan.
I grabbed his box of wheaties and made myself a bowl.
He pouted at me as he swept the floor and I grinned. I walked out to the lounge.

I sat on the sofa and pulled out my phone, scrolling through twitter.
My phone suddenly made a loud sound, causing me to jump and nearly spill my cereal.
An alert had popped up on my screen.

-STORM WARNING-
Tuesday through Friday this week.
Use caution on roads.
Flash floods expected.

I froze.
Great, just what I need.
I thought bitterly.
I closed the alert and sighed, laying my head back on the couch. I took a deep breath that shook a little. My heart was beating fast. I shook my head slightly.
"It's not like I ever leave the flat anyways.." I thought aloud. Though I had the dark sinking feeling I was forgetting something.
Just then, Phil stepped into the room.
"What?" He asked.
I smiled up at him. His glasses were sliding down his nose. His hair was slightly messy. He looked small in his baggy pjs. He's so adorable.
"Nothing- just talking to myself.." I said.
Phil returned a smile.
"Alright, well I'm going to change and then we can go." He stated, walking towards the doorway.
I tenses up.
I knew I had forgotten something.
Christmas shopping.
I let out a groan.
"Do we have to go today?" I wondered nervously, "didn't you get the storm warning?"
He stopped and looked at me, his eyebrow raising slightly.
"I did. That's why I figured we should go early- so we can get back before the storm hits." He said.
My stomach settled slightly.
"We'll be back before the storm?" I questioned.
Phil nodded.
"Sure, okay." I finally complied.
I stood and followed him down the hall.
He turned into his room and I turned into mine. I slid sneakers on and grabbed a jumper.

I couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety in my gut. I had a feeling I'd regret the decision to not tell Phil about my phobia and just staying inside. But I didn't say anything.
I just followed him out into the damp morning- fear nagging at the corner of my mind.