Waiting for You // Phan

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Dan's POV

Louise and Tyler had left two hours ago, and now Dan was sitting with PJ in the kitchen, poking his bowl of pasta dispiritedly with his fork.

He knew that PJ was going to talk to him about his slip up earlier. He was going to find out he still liked Phil.

"Why aren't you eating?" PJ asked him, who had already finished his own pasta.

Dan patted his stomach. "I'm sick, remember?"

PJ laughed. "When you pat your stomach like that it makes you look like you're about to tell everyone you're pregnant."

Dan laughed too, but he was still nervous. He picked up a single bit of pasta on his fork and ate it.

"You know PJ, I'm 99% sure we live on pasta and takeaway." Dan said, trying to have a normal conversation for once.

"You're not wrong." PJ agreed, and Dan pushed his bowl away from him. "I'm gonna be sick."

"Alright, go be sick and I'll eat your pasta." PJ said, pulling the bowl toward him.

Dan hurried to his bedroom and grabbed his phone. He dialled Phil, praying he would answer after all those times Dan had hung up on him.

Phil answered after five rings. "H-h-hello?" Dan put a hand over his mouth. Phil's voice was shaky and it sounded as though he had been crying. "D-Dan? I-is that y-you?"

Dan pressed the phone to his ear, trying to be as close to Phil as possible. "Phil! Phil, I-"

"I'm sorry Dan. But I can't talk to you anymore." Phil said, and his voice broke off into a sob.

No. Not Phil. I can handle feeling like that but I can't let Phil, my Phil, break.

"Phil, please wait-" the call ended. Dan threw his phone across the room and lay face down on his bed.

What had happened to Phil? What had made him sound like that on the other end of the phone?

Dan walked across his room to retrieve his phone. Luckily, it hadn't broken. Throwing had never been Dan's strong suit.

He tried to call Phil again but it went straight to voicemail. He tried twice more. No success.

Dan decided to leave him a message. When the tone sounded, he began to speak.

"Phil, please stop ignoring me. I know you're listening. I don't care you can't talk to me, because I want to talk to you. Please? I care about you, and you know that. If you want to talk to me, I'll be waiting tomorrow at 3 in the same place we first met.

And you know the whole train station thing? I forgive you."

Dan ended the message and fell backwards onto his bed. He held the phone to his chest. Tomorrow he would see if he could mend his Phil.
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Phil's POV

Phil was curled up on his bed, his phone lying face down on his desk, his pillow wet with tears. His phone had gone off multiple times after he had hung up on Dan, and he hadn't answered any of the calls.

It hurt more than anything that he had to leave Dan alone. He loved Dan more than anything, and he was being forced to stay away from him.

But he wasn't staying away from Dan for his safety. He was doing it so Dan didn't have to get hurt.

The phone had finally stopped ringing. Phil felt his stomach muscles loosen as he finally went to pick it up. He was going to call Ana and see what she thought about it.