FGFF ~ Dan and Phil X reader interactive story

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I felt so full of sadness and a little bit of anger as I felt the first tears slide down my cheeks. I knew if I didn't get out of there then I'd probably end up saying something I didn't mean.
I stood up even as he tried to grab for my arm.

"Y/N, just- no, wait-" was all I had heard before the dressing room door closed behind me. I felt Drake give me a funny look from behind me as I stormed off down the hall.

I had no idea where I was going, my emotions had totally clogged my brain. I wandered down the halls quickly looking for an exit just so I could find a safe place to break down and cry, but I felt the breakdown coming closer and closer.

I only stopped to call a taxi hoping it would be here by the time I found my way out of this hellish maze. It didn't help that I was avoiding all roaming staff out of embarrassment of my most likely messed up makeup from crying.

Just when I felt like giving up I heard a voice behind me.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" I didn't want to turn around. The voice was sweet yet painful because normally where ever his voice was Dan's was as well.

"I'm fine." I had stopped in my tracks but still refused to turn around. "I don't know what gave you that idea."

"Well, you're running down the halls. Did you get lost down here?" Phil's voice was kind. I decided to finally turn around.

"Yes." I admitted. His eyes scanned my face and just with that, I knew he knew.

"C'mon, I'll help you find your way out." He seemed sympathetic.

"Thanks." My voice was quiet.

He led me down the halls in silence, I knew he wanted to ask but didn't. I wondered if I should say something, say anything to the guy that's become my friend too over the past six months, the guy who's made Dan and I breakfast when I stayed over, who I'd have morning coffee with while Dan slept in, the guy who we'd watch movies with and play just dance with. His sadness now seemed to echo mine.
When we finally reached the back exit I stopped.

"Bye Phil." I said sadly after a few seconds and stalled for a moment longer to waste his reply. He looked down at his shoes.

"You couldn't still come over sometimes?" He asked with very little hope.

"I don't think so." I sighed.

"What if Dan wasn't home? Would that help?" I wanted to laugh at the innocence of that question that was classic Phil, but I couldn't.

"I think Dan would get the wrong idea." I pointed out.

"Oh." I could hear the let down in his voice "I suppose you're right." It went quiet again. "I'm sorry." His blue eyes seemed full of remorse for what he somehow knew his friend had done.

"It's not your fault Phil." I told him as I now looked down at the dirty floor.

I suddenly felt two arms envelope me in a strange but friendly, sad hug where he patted my back slightly.

I couldn't help but smile a little as we briefly hugged.

"Stay gold, pony boy." I quoted my favorite book The Outsiders and knew he'd get the reference, knowing he had read it once when we were talking about books and suggested he should read it.

He gave me a sad nod and I pushed open the door and walked out into the parking lot that still swarmed with people that had watched the show.

My eyes felt like a dam that was about to explode, my heart ached.

I was lucky my taxi had arrived and I had found it so soon.

I could only manage to tell the driver Dan's address before I broke down.

Just the night before I was on Dan's bed, holding his hand in mine and assuring him through is anxiety that he could do this and to not be scared. I had asked him what part he had been scared of doing the most and he had told me it was the dance number, which was his idea to begin with.
He had told me not to laugh as I watched him preform it over and over again in his room for most of the night until he felt confident about it.

Now I was here in the back of a taxi bawling my eyes out and violently sobbing with the driver giving me strange glances through the rear view mirror.

"What's the matter, love?" I didn't want to answer. "Ya shouldn't be cryin', ya just saw a theater show, didn't ya? Was it a sad one? The two guys on the poster for it didn't seem like sad guys wif their golden suits." He said with a chuckle, obviously trying to cheer me up. I decided that he was just a cab driver and maybe it would make me feel better if I told someone, someone that I'd probably never see again.

"My boyfriend broke up with me." I admitted with a sniffle and a hiccup.

"Ahhh no. That's no good, is it? What kinda bloke breaks up wif a lady during a theater show?" He seemed a little puzzled. "If he went wif you we could try to go back and find em' an run em over if you want."

I felt a laugh escape my mouth at his fake offer to run Dan over.

"There ya go, there's the laugh. You wouldn't even av ta pay me any extra." He joked again.

"It would probably be hard to, if he leaves that building he'll probably have security around him." I told him.

"Ahhh, I see. He wouldn't happen to be one of the blokes in the gold suits would he?"

"You guessed it." I sniffed again and wiped my eyes.

"Black or brown hair?" He asked.

"Brown." I answered.

"Don't you worry bout him then. You can find ten times better lookin blokes anywhere round ere in London. I bet ya could get one that puts on a better theater show as well."
I decided I liked this taxi driver, he was such a savage, it made me feel a bit better.