IDENTITY THIEF | phan

three.

They drove home a day later. Phil insisted Dan drove, that he was too tired and couldn't remember the way back. It was all lies of course, Phil had no idea where he was going or what exactly he was doing. He knew it was wrong but at the same time it felt so right.

"Adam? Wake up," Dan giggled as he 'booped' Phil's nose. Phil just pretended to yawn and sleepily open his eyes, hoping he'd pass as tired. He was tired, just not enough to fall asleep the entire car ride. Phil practically fell out of the car as he opened the door to find an apartment complex that looked as though rent was twice as much as Phil would ever make in his lifetime.

Phil had fucked up.

He didn't want to face it though, so he just kept acting and hoping and then maybe, just maybe, Dan would forget everything and just love Phil for who he is. 

"I'll meet you in the kitchen, gotta run to the bathroom," Dan spoke as Phil took off his jacket. He disappeared behind the locked door and Phil knew it was time to explore. Any pictures of this "adam" bloke needed to be hidden before Dan could realize that Phil wasn't who he says he is. 

Phil walked around this house, this stranger's house who he barely knows but wants to so bad. He didn't find any pictures, but what he did find was a hungry Howell ripping through the pantry in hopes of finding something to eat.

"I thought you were gonna be in Vegas for the next couple weeks," Dan spoke, looking through his laptop. Phil shifted uncomfortably, leaning against the pantry door. 

"Yeah, I guess I just missed it here. Too much drinking," he chuckled, trying to seem as normal as possible. 

"Too much drinking? That's never been a problem for you before," Dan smiled, getting up and walking towards Phil. Phil's heart began to race so fast he could hear it in his head; it echoed as though he was in a tunnel. Dan reached his long arms around Phil's torso and they both melted into the embrace. "Mmm," Dan mumbled, burying his face in Phil's sweatshirt. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Phil exhaled, feeling every fibre of his being melt like chocolate fudge in his arms. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he spoke, running up the stairs, trying to seem as normal as he could.

"The shower's downstairs you idiot," he chuckled.

Phil just smiled, walking to the room to his right which he presumed was the master bedroom. "I know, I gotta get clothes first."

He heard Dan's footsteps trail further and further away, his stomach dropping at the pressure of what this man did to him. He grabbed a set of clean pajamas from one of the drawers that didn't look to be Dan's and headed downstairs in search of the bathroom. He crept through the halls, careful not to let Dan see. Finally he found it, a small rustic looking bathroom with candles and rose petals that littered the sink. 

Oh, what a mess he's made.