i've been lying | phan

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havent done a spelling check yet xo

also, trigger warning; this chapter mentions self harm (we're only 6 chapters in idek how this happened), if you feel uncomfortable; you've been warned! also, don't start yelling at me in the comments for 'not describing it properly' or anything, im writing from own experience.

also im reading this back and honestly wtf is this chapter im so sorry lol

dan's pov;

I walk back to my room, taking quick steps.
I grab my suitcase and chug random shit into it; some clothes, my laptop and a shit ton of chargers and other cables. I also quickly grab my wash bag which contains some things important to me. Then I grab my backpack with my daily essentials like my wallet etc. in it.

I take my suitcase and wheel it through the hall and out of the door.

I don't even know where I'm going. I have nothing.

I can't go to my family right now; it's 1 am. I can't go to any of my friends, what would they think?

I can't help but feel like this should stay a secret.

Sure, Phil and I had our occasional arguments about who had to do the laundry or take out the trash (m e), but it was never this bad. Not to the extent where one of us had to leave the apartment for a while.

That was it, right? Just for a while.
Phil just had to take back what he said and then it'd all be fine again.

Right?

~le time skip to about 1 hour later~

It's about 2 am and I'm still roaming the streets of London.
And even though it was London and it's usually always busy here, I found myself noticing how quiet it was.
The eerie noise of nothing was frightening me.

Living together with Phil caused me to get used to always hearing something. Whether it was him playing a video game, editing a video or just chit chattering about nothing in particular made me always listen to something, anything.

But now, it was completely quiet and oh god, anything hurts less than the quiet.
How was I going to cope with this?

Eventually I decide to go into one of the many hotels I come across and see if they have any room for me.

'Good evening, can I help you sir?' the man in the lobby asks me.
'I hope so' I laugh nervously, 'I'd like a room please?' I ask him.
'Yes of course' he replies, 'how many days are you planning on staying?' he asks me in a friendly tone.

I think about it.
I'll allow myself 5 days to think about this, then I should have figured out what the hell I was supposed to do with Phil right?

'Five nights please.'

'Great. If you could follow me please, I will show you your room.' the man tells me.

As soon as I arrive in my room, I drop onto my bed.

I sigh.

I need to figure things out but at this point all I want to do is sleep, I'm too stressed out to even think about this whole situation.

I slowly feel myself slip into a deep sleep.

~le time skip to when dan wakes up, still his pov~

I open my eyes.
Where am I?

I look around. I don't recognize this room at all.

Then everything hits me again, like a wrecking ball slamming down a building that needs to be destroyed.