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Last Flight Home

Description: Wooo, a songfic! (how cliche, i know) But I was listening to old ATL songs and I just felt like it was a good fic idea! (Based on the song "Last Flight Home" by All Time Low)

Warnings: Of course, it’s sad.

Shut your mouth and listen closely,

Because this silence isn’t easy

So I’ll break it even harder than before

Phil heard the doors slamming through the flat, but it didn’t worry him. Dan got mad a lot. It was probably nothing, really. It was just a little argument. They were just having the usual banter about whether or not they should make an announcement video. It usually happened maybe twice a year, but recently, it had been every other day, and the tension seemed constant. So maybe Phil should have been a little worried. Especially when Dan got his suitcase out. He looked over to see Dan with angry tears marking his cheeks, and an upset scowl on his face. Phil almost laughed, really. Dan was trying so hard to look tough and mean and scary, but he just looked like an angry little kitten.

Because I’m 16 going on the end of my days,

And if words aren’t going to cut then I’ll find another way.

Dan was packing things up furiously, and maybe Phil was getting a little anxious now. Dan wouldn’t actually leave… right?

"Dan, you’re acting like a moody teenager. Honestly, stop it." Phil stood and went to hug him. He really didn’t like fighting with Dan, even if it was as silly as this. "I just don’t feel like we should be sharing our relationship with the world. Why should they even care?" Dan turned quickly, a fierce look on his face. "It’s not about them, it’s about me. Just admit it, Phil, you’re fucking embarrassed of me!" Phil crossed his arms defensively. "Am not." Dan shook his head and pushed Phil away. "Fuck off," he muttered, closing his case and walking to the door. "Dan, come on! Just.. We don’t need to tell them. You know I love you, D-"

"Shove it, Lester, I’m not listening anymore." Dan opened the door. "I’m leaving for a while. Thanks." Phil sighed and closed the door before Dan could go. "Where do you think you’re going?" he asked casually. Dan tried to push him again, but this time Phil was having none of it. "No, no. You’re not leaving until you tell me where you’re going." Dan gave a few more shoves before slinking back defeated and answering. "Home. I’m going to go stay with my parents." Phil raised an eyebrow at that. "But, Dan, you’ve always hated it there. You said you always feel pressured around your parents."

"Better than feeling like nothing but an annoyance. That’s how you make me feel, Phil. Now move. I’m going to go catch a plane." Phil shook his head and forced Dan into his arms. "No, you listen here. You know I love you, so it shouldn’t matter if they know! God knows how the fucking Dangirls would react.."

Because I’m leaving what I know behind,

And I’m living out my chance to shine

Like the stars now fading from your eyes

And I hope you’ll understand

Dan might’ve been taken aback at Phil’s swearing, but he was too busy being angry. He slid out of Phil’s grasp and glared. “That’s not the point, Phil. And I know you love me. I love you too. It’s just that..” He let out a defeated sigh. “Look, I just need to go, okay?” Phil frowned. “No.” He planted his feet firmly. “No, I want you to stay.”

"And I want you to admit to your fans that we’re in love. But I guess that’s too bad for me, and it’s definitely too fucking bad for you." Dan took the moment of Phil being distracted (and slightly offended, honestly) at that comment to duck under his arm and out the door. He strolled away like he was going on vacation. Phil watched him walk before grunting and rushing after him. The elevator was long gone by the time Phil got to it, so instead he ran down the stairs. "Dan.. Come on, I’m sorry." Dan was a little ahead, but he had to have heard him calling. But he kept walking. The nearest airport was only a 15 minute walk, so that’s what Dan did, with Phil tagging along behind, halfheartedly calling out to him. When they got there, Phil stood back and watched as Dan bought out a ticket and went to the gate. Trying for the classic romantic move, he swept in to stop him before he boarded.

"Dan- Wait!" Dan glanced back, but was still almost knocked over when Phil ran into him surprisingly hard. Phil rubbed his neck and squinted. "Ow. That was stupid of me." Dan had to suppress a laugh at that. Classic Phil. But no, he was being mad right now. He couldn’t start getting caught up in Phil’s cuteness. Phil soon recovered from the collision and grabbed Dan’s shoulder, forcing him to look back. "Dan, I’m so sorry. But.. I just don’t think now is the time, okay? I promise, we will someday. Now come home, please?" Dan’s face went kind of flushed, but not like he was blushing. It just seemed like something was just wrong with him. "Phil.."

”..No.”

Woah, woah, please wait till I come home

Woah, woah, don’t turn my heart to stone.

"W-What?"

"Phil, I don’t want you to do it out of pity, or just because you want me home. I want you to do it because you feel like you love me enough to do it." Dan looked down. "I’m sorry, too. But.. Just let me go for now, okay? The fighting isn’t worth it." Phil felt tears coming to his eyes. "Dan, I-"

"Just give me a year, okay? That’ll be long enough. Then we can find out where we’re going from here. But for now.. I feel like maybe this thing has run it’s course."

"Holy shit, Dan, don’t say that. I swear, I’ll tweet about it right now. Look." Phil pulled out his phone and got on twitter, but Dan just shook his head. "Phil, you didn’t love me enough to do it 30 minutes ago, so you don’t now. It takes longer than that, believe me." Phil felt a tear creep out of his eye and roll down his cheek. "I just.. I don’t want you to go, Dan. Please." He started shaking a little. "I love you."

Dan shook his head again. “Obviously, not enough.” He stared Phil in the eye as he handed the woman his ticket. An echo of “All boarding Flight 235 to Berkshire please report to flight gate 34.” came over the PA system. Dan smiled sadly. “That’s me. I’ve got to go now, Phil. Just.. We’ll try again. In a year.” He reached out and gave Phil’s shoulder a squeeze. “I promise.” He turned and walked right back out of Phil’s life, and suddenly Phil felt.. Not like crying or screaming or dying. Just.. Empty. Like his heart and soul had just went poof, and walked to the gate with Dan. He managed to make his numbed shell of a body walk to a seat, over near the window. He sat there for the longest time, watching as planes took off and landed. It was beautiful in a kind of tragic way.

Now the runway lights are fading,

With the darkness overtaking,

I’ll leave you standing watching all alone

From that paneglass window one million miles away

And I’m sorry when I tell you

That I’m coming back someday

Phil watched the darkness through the window, and he swore he felt his stomach jolt upwards as what he believed to be Dan’s plane left. It was like Phil had left, too. He watched it glow up into the black sky until it turned into a speck and was lost among the stars. He stood and blinked up at where it had disappeared. “I love you.” Some janitor standing nearby glanced over but said nothing. Phil started to leave, still feeling numb inside. He wondered how long it would take without Dan for feelings to come back to him.

It’s okay, he thought to himself as he walked home, but Phil knew deep inside it wasn’t. Dan had promised him. He’d promised they’d give it another shot, in just a year. A year wouldn’t be too bad, right? But how would he ever explain this to his subscribers? And to his boss at BBC? “I am so fired..” Phil muttered to himself, running a quick hand through his hair. He knew a year would be bad. A year is an awfully long time. A lot could change in a year. Phil just hoped Dan’s decision would be one of those things.

Woah, woah, please wait till I come home

Woah, woah, don’t turn my heart to stone.

Woah, woah, please wait till I come home

Woah, woah, don’t turn my heart to stone.

            Don’t turn my heart to stone.