Phan One Shots

How could you?!

A/N: This ones a long one guys, but I enjoyed writing it although it is quite sad. It's been a while since I uploaded a sad one. Enjoy! :)
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Phil's phone flashed up for the fifth time in two minutes. The screen showed five new messages from the same person and it was taking everything within Dan to resist a glance; it was Phil's phone, so it was his privacy. Dan had to respect that and he did, as he wouldn't like phil to unnecessarily look through his phone. However, when the phone flashed for the sixth time, Dan had, had enough and huffed whilst grabbing Phil's phone from the coffee table. His eyes drifted over the screen and instantly his mood dropped and his heart sank; he couldn't believe what he was reading.

Greg:
Phil we need to talk!

Greg:
Did you not feel the sparks?

Greg:
Phil please answer!

Greg:
I know you have a boyfriend, but I think we could be good together.

Greg:
You can't ignore me forever, Phil!

Greg:
Last time we met I didn't get to tell you how I really feel. You don't even need to break up with your boyfriend. We'll be careful. I promise!

Dan's heart plummeted, hitting the ground with a dull thud and causing an indescribable pain in his chest; a pain he didn't want to feel. Sweat began to form upon his brow at the thought of Phil being with someone else, his eyes glistened over with tears and it took all of his might to keep a strong voice as he called out to Phil.

"Phil!" Dan yelled from the lounge room, whilst flicking through Phil's phone, reading over the messages countless times, as the realisation set in like concrete on his heart. "Phil!"

"What?" Phil shouted back, as he stepped into the lounge with a mug in hand. His eyes widened and a lump formed in his throat as he saw Dan sat on his phone with a blank expression on his features. "Dan--"

"What's this?" Dan's voice was strong as he held Phil's phone in the air, showing recent messages between him and another guy. "Who's Greg?"

"I-I can e-explain," Phil stammered nervously, as he stepped cautiously towards Dan.

Dan crooked an eyebrow and edged closer to the edge of the sofa as he said, "What else would you do other than explain yourself?"

"He's just a friend," Phil gulped anxiously, praying that Dan hadn't seen any old messages.

"Bullshit!" Dan yelled, as he stood abruptly, which caused Phil to jump back in freight. "Don't lie to me, Phil! I saw the messages!"

"Dan, I'm sorry," Phil muttered as he tried to think of what to say, but no matter what, he couldn't think of anything to make what he had done any better. Or at least soften the blow, but something told Phil that it was already too late for that. He shouldn't have been surprised. What he had done was awful, disgusting, unworthy.

He deserved the hatred, the glares and most of all the screams that were bound to come. Phil was praying for shouting. He wouldn't be able to deal with the silent treatment. It would mean that Dan was so angry that he no longer had words, but maybe Phil didn't deserve Dan's words anymore.

"How far?" Dan blinked back the tears, praying that it was just flirtatious texts and nothing more. That phil had just exchanged numbers with someone whilst tipsy and this person turned out to be a psycho stalker, but this was shattered to the ground when Phil had no reply. His voice raised with each word and he shouted, "How far, Phil? Don't lie to me, I'm done with the lies. You tell me you're going to the shop but you're gone for a couple hours. Are you going to meet him? How far did you go?"