Wrong Number// Phan

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Phil takes one deep breath before pressing the call button. He understands that there is nothing to be nervous about, I mean, it's just Dan but he can't help but to feel the anxiety crawl all throughout his being. It's just that, he's never really seen Dan. He's seen one low quality photo and for him, that doesn't count. He hasn't been able to see the way his lips form words, or the way he smiles or laughs. He has never really seen Dan. The laptop rings about three or four times before a pixelated and fuzzy face pops up on the screen.

The camera quality is low but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this is Dan. His eyes are red a puffy from crying and there are tear stains on his face, but it's Dan.

"Who is this?" Dan questions with a raw and raspy voice.

Phil's eyes are wide with shock, they are scanning over every single one of Dan's features, from each curl in his hair to the small mole on his cheek. For a moment Phil doesn't speak, I mean, he can't. His brain is working half the speed that it should be but once he realizes Dan has asked him a question he stutters out a short response.

"Umm, I'm... it's- oh um, Phil," he breaths out as his cheeks go red because of his disoriented excuse for a response.

In that moment hundreds, maybe even thousands, of different emotions cross dan's face before he fumbles to click the red button. Before Phil even knew what was going on, the screen was blank, Dan had hung up on him and he was shocked.

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A/N
Well,,,, that was a thing... a shitty thing,, but still a thing nonetheless

~P!ATPP