We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN•

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The movie was scary as Phil hugged one of the large fluffy cushions that had been placed on the sofa. Phil had his entire face buried into it and only looked up at the TV screen occasionally to watch as the women who screamed down the telephone line as a zombie etched its way towards her, ready to attack her. Goosebumps covered Phil's arms as he shook with fear.

How was his dad acting so calm as he watched the movie? Casually eating the popcorn out of the bowl in between them and getting so absorbed into the movies plot.

Maybe it was how his dad had to experience events with dead bodies or attacks in his everyday life? Phil didn't really know or care as he dug his head back into the pillow, in fear that if he watched anymore of the film he would end up screaming and making himself look weak in front of his own dad. Either that or he would suffer from horrific nightmares that night.

"We can turn the movie off if you don't like it," Phil looked towards his dad who had paused the movie and was looking at his son with some concern, "I'd rather watch something you too would enjoy-"

"No! It's fine, honestly," Phil forced a smile, not wanting to show how weak he really was at the current time, "Lets carry on."

His dad wasn't convinced by Phil's answer, but shrugged anyway and pressed play to carry on with the movie. Phil looked down at his phone and picked it up. He needed something to distract himself with rather than burying his head into a pillow.

Phil decided to send a text to his boyfriend, thanking him for the day. Not only would it make him smile to chat to someone via text, but it would distract him from the scary movie happening in front of him on the plasma TV hanging off of the wall.

Hey, thanks for today. It made me feel very special and happy. Love you xx

Phil looked at his phone screen, ready for the read message to come up. Dan was usually super quick at answering texts.

Suddenly however, Dan's caller ID appeared on the screen. The background was an adorable photo Dan had taken on Phil's snapchat account whilst they had been ice skating; Dan was wearing the beautiful golden butterfly crown filter on his head and he looked adorable in it.

Phil was shocked on why Dan had called him instead of texting him back but needless, Phil answered the call.

"Hey Dan!" Phil greeted as his dad paused the movie so Phil could answer the call.

There was a pause at the end of a line before a small, shacky voice Phil knew didn't belong to Dan replied, "It... it's not Dan..."

Phil paused, trying to work out who else would call him from Dan's phone, "Then who is this?"

"I-I'm A-Adrian... Dan's younger b-brother..." the timid voice spoke through the speaker.

That made sense. Phil had heard Dan talking about his little brother, not that much but just enough for Phil to know Adrian was a lot younger than both Dan and Phil were by several years.

"Oh hi Adrian! I'm Phil..."

Phil tried to greet himself but was instantly cut off by the little boy who's voice was now hurried, "Dan's in danger and I don't know what to do!"

"Wh-what?!" Phil cried.

Now Phil was scared too. Dan was in danger? What sort of danger?

"Is everything ok Phil?" Phil looked towards his dad for a brief second before talking down the phone to Adiran again.

"What do you mean 'Dan's in danger'?"

"Our m-mom's boyfriend... he-he was beating me u-up..."

"Beating you up?"

"Y-yeah... Dan c-came home and saw w-what was happening... h-he pulled Richard off-off me... he then t-told me to go h-hide—"

Through the phone line, Phil heard a loud crash. He pulled the phone away from his ear as a loud, "I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FAGGOT!" rang out through the speaker. If any closer to his ear, the sound would have definitely deafened Phil in his right ear.

But the noise from the end of the like also caught the attention of Phil's dad who also heard what had just happened. He looked towards Phil, worry in his noise as they both exchanged glances to one another, "Grab your coat, get Dan's address and lets get going."

Phil nodded as he scrambled off of the sofa and ran up his stairs to get his coat, "Adrian? What's your address?"

"I-it's 42 Rodford Lane..."

Phil wrote it down on a piece of paper he had lying randomly on his desk. Pressing the speaker icon, Phil began to pull on his white, blue and red jacket whilst also talking to Adrian, "We're coming Adrian ... just hold on."

"P-please come quick... the sound of D-Dan in p-pain is s-scaring me..."

There was a sudden yelp of pain from the end of the line, and Phil instantly recognised it as his boyfriends. An ache of pain struck Phil as he knew him and his dad needed to get to the address as soon as they could.

"We will," Phil comforted, "Just stay where you are, don't move, we're coming."

"Th-thank you..."

Phil hung up the phone and dashed down the stairs to meet his dad who had changed his pyjama bottoms for his work trousers and wearing his police jacket over the t-shirt he had been wearing for comfort. Phil raced to get his converse on as his dad put on his metal steel capped shoes, "You ready?"

Phil nodded, "Yeah..."

They walked towards the car. As soon as they were in, Phil's dad leant across for the glove box in front of Phil and got out his police ID and his Q-bullet gun.

"W... will you need them?" Phil asked nervously as his dad started the ignition and began to speed down the road.

"We're in London. And if Richard is a ghoul like I suspect he might be, then the only way I can deal with him is to kill him with the gun," his dad reasoned.

After telling his dad the address, his dad turned on his own private siren he had fitted to the car and began to speed down the roads, all the cars moving out the way for them as they passed through many red lights and dodged many cars.

The rush of adrenaline rushing through Phil's body felt incredible. He's never done a shift like this with his dad and now he had, all the nerves he had had before disappeared and Phil began to feel a lot more confident.

They pulled up in front of Dan's house. It looked a lot smaller than Phil's house and was located in a busy, crowded neighbourhood. The attention of Phil and his dads arrival grew much attention from the neighbours but Phil ignored every glance he received as he followed his dad who was now banging at the front door of Dan's house.

"POLICE! OPEN UP!"