Missing You [Phan]

"I'll see you soon." Phil hugged me and kissed my cheek. He was headed to Florida with his family for a week on holiday. "We'll Skype and text, so you won't have to miss me too much." He winked.

I laughed and hugged him back. "Okay." I grinned.

He picked up his suitcase and headed out the door. "See you sooner than you think."

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I looked at the clock for the ninth time since Phil had left. 

He should already be on his plane by now, if it weren't late. It was around 9:30 am. He had left around an hour and a half ago to get through everything safely. I missed him already. 

If he had service on the plane, I'd text him. I know he doesn't though.

I sigh and look back at my laptop screen. I scroll through the Phan tag on tumblr. Nobody knows, but I track it. 

I see us with our cat whiskers, GIFs of us singing 'Breaking Free', GIFs of Phil tackling me, and phanfiction. ook.

I read one to sustain my longing for Phil to be back here with me, even though its only been an hour and a half.

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After reading the phanfiction, I check twitter. I notice I have many people tweeting me. Probably about Phan or, not to be conceited, but about wanting to make out with me. I check it anyways. 

@Danisnotonfire, what's going on? One of the tweets read.

@Danisnotonfire @AmazingPhil were u on the 1 that crashed #WHAT

@Danisnotonfire is @AmazingPhil dead!?!?!!?!? #crying

In an instant, I open Google and type in "London Plane Crash" 

First on the page, an article posted 13 minutes ago mentions a plane crash. I click on it. 

My eyes scan the important parts. 

FATAL AIRPLANE CRASH:

Many dead after this fatal airplane crash. Blahblahblah. 

From London, England. My eyes widen. That doesn't mean it was Phil.

Plane scheduled to go to Florida. It might not be Phil's plane?

Plane left at around 9:00. Okay, so it is Phil's plane.

Crashed into Atlantic. There is no way he is...

I shut my laptop's lid hard, and turn on the TV. I grab my phone and try to text Phil, praying he has some kind of service. "C'mon." I say, angst in my voice.

A 'BREAKING NEWS' is going across the TV screen. I should be paying attention, but what is it going to tell me what I don't already know? 

"Wouldn't they call?" I ask myself. "No, it only happened 15 minutes ago." 

I text Phil again. And again. And again.

And I wait. And wait. And wait.

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Still staring at my phone, I get a call from a number that I don't quite recognize. I answer, thinking it may be Phil.

"Hello?"