The Missing Lester {phan}

6.

Phil:

Hope you move on and sorry for taking so long. Happy any birthdays that I miss from now on. This is the last text I send before I delete your phone number. Don't ask me why I'm doing this but I'm doing it.

Bye!

Dan:

Hey Phil, how are you doing? You probably blocked me or something, but I don't care, I'm still sending this with the hope you'll reply. I hope you're happy wherever you are, but you hurt me bad. Like, really bad. You fucked up my feelings good. I don't believe you are you, so tell me, who are you with?

~

A day after his last text. I followed Doctor Phil's advice and I texted the person back. If it was really Phil, he would never reply me, but if it was the possible kidnapper, they would reply immediately, they would be desperate.

~

Phil:

Don't worry, that's none of your business

~

Gotcha.

A couple hours later I finally became brave enough to call the police. I had to put an end to my suffering. And probably Phil's. I had to do this, for the both of us.

"Hello, London Police Department, may we help you?"

"Hi there sir, my name is Daniel Howell and I called to report a missing."

"Could you give me more information?"

"Of course, his name is Phillip Michael Lester, 30 years old, has blue eyes and an emo black hair."

"When was he last seen?"

"He was seen last in our apartment, about..."

"Please give me your address so we can go investigate."

"Sure." I gave him the address. "Could you please come as soon as possible?"

"We're right away."

I hanged up. I was proud of myself. Finally overcoming my social awkwardness. While waiting, I started thinking about suspects. We didn't really talk to anyone from the neighborhood in general... Wait a second, I said to myself. Of course!

Ten minutes later, three police men arrived. They asked me some questions and I told them about the hypothesis of a suspect. They agreed with the possibility and told me they would interrogate them.

Someone desperately knocked on our door. As expected, it was Abigail. Before she could say a word, I cut her:

"You've never invited me to your apartment, why don't we go there now?" I left my home. I walked downstairs to her apartment.

"Dan, what the hell do you think you're doing? Why are the cops here?" She sounded hesitant.

"Your hair is curly. I liked." She had the eyes of someone in trouble. "Guys, would you mind coming down here? Now, Abby, could you please open the door for us?"

"N-no way Dan! S-stop with this bullshit! You're out of your mind remember? I saw you drunk, high, whatever yesterday! Go home!"

"Mam', this is an order." One of the police man said. "Open the door or we will break it down."

"With all due respect sir, but this is MY PROPER-"

The police men broke in. "Investigate every room!"

I ran as fast as I could. Abigail tried stopping me but she couldn't. At that moment, I ran downstairs, hoping I would find him. There was a locked door.

"People! Could you please help me open this door?" The police men came and helped open the door.

It was a very dark room, with more stairs. How was that possible? I heard some murmur. They were calling my name.

Finally, some light. There was a single light bulb hanging from the wooden sealing . And underneath it, there was Phil.

"PHIL!!" I screamed. He was tied up in the chair he was sitting. There was tape covering his mouth, preventing him from speaking. He was thinner than normal, and there were heavy bags under his eyes, from sleeping depriving. His hair was also longer than usual, and there were tears in his eyes.

I ran to free him. I took the chains around him and the tape from his skin.

"D-dan! D-d-dan!! Y-ou're h-h-here!" His voice was almost silent and husky. Almost missing. He sobbed. "Y-you're my h-hero!"

"Sorry I didn't came here earlier! Sorry, I'm so sorry." I was crying too. "I should have called the cops before or realized..."

"S-stop apologizing Dan, you're here, and that i-is what m-matters." He hugged me. "I, I... I love you Dan!"

"I love you too Phil!" We kissed. I finally had the chance, after almost 10 years, to taste Phil's lips. It wasn't the best moment to have a first kiss, but it was great. We stopped and we hugged for a few minutes.

"NOOO!!" Abigail shouted from upstairs. "FUCK YOU DANIEL!"

"A-abigail is c-coming!! H-hide Dan!" Phil said, a little bit louder.

"Don't worry Phil, the police is here with me. They are going to take her."

"Thank you for saving me Dan!!" We kissed again.

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I literally cried writing this, I hope I'm not the only one who cried.