Choices {Phan}

Fights {4}

Danielle left at 6:42 pm. I looked at my phone to check the time. It read;

12:34 am

I've tried to call Dan at least twenty times. Maybe twenty two. I lost count. Why isn't he back yet? I tried to do things around the house but all I could think about was Dan. I decided I'd go to the shop to get him a pack of Malteasers, and we were almost out of Ribena.

I got back at 1 am and he still wasn't there. I put the candy on his bed and went to get myself a glass of Ribena. I can't believe Dan would do something like this. Where could he have gone? I knew something wasn't wrong, as he had been "@" replying a bunch of fans on Twitter. Yet, he couldn't even stop to call me back. Was he mad at me? Of course he was, but I need to talk to him. I can't wait any longer.

I looked at my phone's clock once more, 2 am. I've been doing nothing, sitting on the couch, staring at the door, for eight hours. What could he possibly be doing? Where was my boyfriend? No Phil, not boyfriend. Friend. Dan is not my boyfriend, as much as I want him to be. He isn't. Maybe I can change that when he gets back. But for now, he's just a friend. What could he possibly be doing to not answer me? I was starting to get mad. I've known him for years, and I know he's mad, but he can't even answer me? After I've called over, and over, and over!? Pick. Up. The. Goddamned. Phone. I'll make sure to tell him off real good when he gets back. It better be soon.

3 am. - He's still not here.

4 am. - He's stopped "@" replying fans.

5 am. - I'm getting tired, but I'm not leaving until Dan gets back.

6 am. - I made myself coffee, as I may be here a while longer.

7 am. - I need more coffee.

8 am. - I've gone through another pot of coffee.

9 am. - Crying.

10 am. - I heard the front door unlock. I'm still sobbing and I can't stop. Dan opened the door and let it swing open, hitting the wall. He seemed shocked to see me. I had about eight mugs around my newly created sofa crease. I saw something in his eyes. Something I'd never seen before, in anyone. I stood up and crossed my arms.

"You're late," I said, tears still falling down my face.

"I- I- I can explain," He seemed scared. Like he thought I was going to hurt him. And maybe -just maybe- I was.

"Oh, please, Dan. Explain,"

He had messy hair. His shoe laces were untied. His jeans more faded. He was more pale than usual. He'd recently thrown up. He'd been drinking last night.

Dan didn't respond.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"W-what?" He pretended to be confused.

"Who was your "One-Night Stand"?"

Dan looked at the ground and started crying.

"Dan, tell me,"

"P-Phil. I- I,"

"Damn it, Dan Howell, who was it!?" I screamed at him.

"Jason! Jason Gray!" He yelled in response.

"Daniel goddamned Howell! I wait for hours! Hours! Doing nothing! And you can't even call me back! You can "@" reply fans, but you can't even call me!"

"Phil-" He started, but I cut him off.

"I wait for more than twelve hours, and you don't even have the decency to text or call! Damn it, Dan Howell! Why!? Why didn't you call!?!" I was shouting at the top of my lungs.

"Because, Phil. I was scared," He said quietly.

"Oh! So you were scared!?" I yelled, taking a step towards him. "How do you think I felt, Dan!? I sit here for hours waiting for you! I stayed up all night! And you were the one that was scared!!?" I was inches away from his face.

Dan was now sobbing and shaking violently. I was furious at him. How could he be scared. He was off having sex, while I stayed up all night waiting for him. I did the only logical thing.

"Well," I said. "Now it's your turn to know what fear feels like."

I brushed past him and grabbed my coat that was hanging up. I walked out of the house and slammed the left-open door.

"Phil!" I heard Dan cry.

"PHIL LESTER!" He yelled. "I CAN'T LOSE YOU PHIL! I NEED YOU!"

But I was long gone.