Delia Smith Phancakes

Chapter 5

Phil's POV

There was one last pancake on the plate, and Dan reached out and stabbed it with his fork, looking up to me and asking if he could have it. I stared deeply into his eyes, completely in a trance, I couldn't snap out of it, it was like it had taken over my body.

I slowly pushed my chair further into the table, towards Dan, and began to slowly lean in. I couldn't stop. I heard Dan's breathing become heavier, as he started to lean in extremely slowly, until I dropped my fork. I broke away from him and looked down at the floor towards my fork. I gulped and looked back up at Dan

"I'm sorry, I dro-" Dan cut me off

"It's fine, this was a mistake, I get it" He said loudly, becoming quieter when he reached the end.

He stood up and began walking back to his room. What does he get? I don't understand him anymore. I heard quiet sniffs coming from his room, which was then quickly drowned out by Muse.

Then it clicked. Dan had only seen me break away and stare at the floor. Shit. He must've thought I didn't want this to happen. Shit. I pulled my chair away and stood up, walking back over to Dan's room.

*Knock, knock*

The door opened slightly, and Dan stood there in his shoes, he had his hair straightened and had washed his face. He gave me a weak smile.

"Um, hi, I'm just going out for a bit to see my um... Girlfriend" Another weak smile

Girlfriend?...

"Oh okay, er, I, umm... Have a good time" I fake smiled

"Thanks" He started walking to the door and I swear, I swear on my fricking heart he whispered "I love you" as he closed the door.

I waited 5 minutes, before curling onto the sofa, wrapping my arms around myself and crying. Why was I so stupid? Of course Dan has a girlfriend he's 22, single, extremely hot and just perfect, why wouldn't he have a girlfriend?

He wouldn't have a girlfriend becaus he loves me. NO. He doesn't love me. My mind is fucked up and I can't think straight.

Dan has a girlfriend, he only loves you as a friend. I love Dan, but he doesn't love me back in that way.

There. Sorted.

Dan's POV

He leant in, I saw him move towards me, looking down at my lips, so of course I moved in towards him to. Only then he broke away. It was obvious he didn't want to do this. How pathetic Dan. How could I think he actually wanted to kiss me?

I excused myself and headed off to my room. Frantically thinking of a way to escape for a little bit. I wanted Phil so bad, I wanted him to be mine.

I thought of ways to maybe make him jealous. What if I lied to him about something? Then my plan all fitted into place.

I would say I was meeting my girlfriend, then leave, giving me some time to think about everything, if it got too much, I could just leave my life, blame it on my 'girlfriend'. I could always just turn back too, to see if Phil bought my act and became jeaous. Doubt it.

I grabbed my backpack, and filled it with things I thought I would need, my phone, my iPod for music, a variety of pills, headphones and money. I heard a knock on my door, and plastered a smile on my face.

I told him, and I could see the dissapointment cloud in his eyes. I walked outside the door making  my way over to a park, walking into the trees and slid down, sitting on the roots. I leaned my head back against the rough bark and closed my eyes, plugging the headphones into my iPod and listening to MCR.

After a while, I looked up to find my backpack was missing, I sat up looking around. Shit. I stood up and brushed the few leaves that had fell onto my lap, and looked around. I decided to make my way back to the flat, there was no way I would find my backpack in a park in fricking London.

As I left the gates, I spotted the familiar red&white check of my backpack, and raced up to the wall, which was further down past the gate. My Phone and money were missing and the pills were scattered on the floor, crushed. Well there goes my plan. I sighed deeply.

Maybe another time. it'll give me more time to think anyway.

Phil's POV

Dan hardly talks, he's like a ghost. He comes and he goes, he hasn't made a video in weeks, neither a tweet and he hasn't posted anything on Tumblr, people are staring to scare themselves by saying he's dead.

He says he might as well be. I've tried and failed, but kept on trying anymore, I know it's useless but, I just dont want him to give up.

Dan's POV

As I unlocked the flat, I caught a glimpse of Phil curled up into a ball, his face blotchy and his eyes bloodshot and watery, it was clearly obvious he had been crying.

I walked straight past, trying not to show any emotion or do anything. I didn't want to get any more attatched to Phil than I already have. After all, I'm going to leave him in a couple of days.

{A/N

Sorry for the extremely short POV's at the end, I just wanted to add some extra information c: So many reads already! I can't thankyou guys enough ^•^}