Beautiful

Chapter 1

Dan's POV:

It was a crisp Sunday night in England. The brisk London air was blowing by our apartment window, and the street lamps were glowing radiantly. I was sitting on the living room couch, scrolling through Instagram photos on my PC. The only problem was, I was alone. Phil and I were going to film a video around 6 in the evening so we would have some more time to shop for presents. You see, Felix Kjeilberg's (aka Pewdiepie's) birthday was coming up tomorrow. It was 11 PM now. Picking something up from PJ's house should not have taken so long for Phil to do. Now, all the malls and shops were closed. My browsing was interrupted with the sound of footsteps entering the door.

"Hey. I'm sorry I'm late. PJ and I ended up hanging out for awhile. I couldn't leave," Phil smiled. Ugh he's doing the tongue thing again. Can he not be adorable for 2 seconds?

"I'm sure you couldn't," I mumbled condescendingly.

"Maybe we can shop tomorrow?"

"Sure."

He detected my sour mood. "You ok?"

"Peachy. Let's just film this."

"Dan, we can't work with you angry. I really am sorry," Phil said despairingly.

"I mean, it feels like if you'd really cared, you would've come earlier. You keep doing these things and I just..."

"Just what? What do you mean 'these things'?"

"Like...constantly hanging out with others yet not inviting me, blowing me off, arriving home late. You seem too busy for me lately. It's why I wanted to go to Felix's party and shop for gifts together," I explained sadly.

"Dan come on, that's stupid. I'm allowed other friends besides you. The only issue here is your paranoia," he retorted.

I was shocked at his harsh words. Being aggressive wasn't like him.

"I'm not stupid, Phil! What's the point of telling you how I feel if you're going to disregard me? That's not what best friends do!"

"Then maybe we aren't best friends!"

For me, time stopped. Not best friends? I didn't know all of life's certainties, but I'd definitely known at least one thing: I was and always had been Phil Lester's friend, no matter what. Now this? Did life hate me this much?

"Then maybe I should just move out!"

"Fine! See if I care!" Phil shouted.

I was in utter disbelief. I stared at Phil, my irises filled with disappointment and sorrow. I closed my eyes and looked away, tears falling, and left without another word.