Broken//Phan

Ch. 44

[Dan POV]

Charlotte and I exchange confused looks, not realising the older woman had left, talking to the officer. Charlotte's light brown hair stopping just under her collar bone. A light blue long sleeve shirt covers her torso, dark denim shorts stopping half way down her thighs. I rock onto my heels awkwardly before Charlotte coughs.

"So uh, Dan, I guess I'll show you your room." She sighs, beckoning me to follow her. I drag the large suitcase behind me, carrying the small one in my free hand.

"Here, let me..." Charlotte grabs the small suitcase lightly as she trails off. I understand what she's asking so I give her the suitcase.

"Yeah sure." As we walk down the hall, I smile at the nicely decorated house.

"So, how've you been?" She asks, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Fi-" I cut myself off, looking into her light blue eyes, reminding me of Phil. I look down, tears pricking my eyes. "Well, even you'd know that I'm lying when I say fine."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. Silly question." We reach a staircase, Charlotte pointing upwards as I blink back my tears. "Uh, we're up here."

I nod, picking up the suitcase, climbing the stairs. My thoughts begin attacking my conscience during the silence.

Aw, poor Danny misses beloved Phil? Too bad he's celebrating the fact you're gone.

And that kiss? Why would you do that? Phil thought it was the worst experience of his life. He now hates you, more than before at least.

He ha-

"So Dan, that's your room there." Charlotte points to my right. "Bathroom is next to it further down and I'm in the room across yours. I'm always there if you want to talk."

"Thanks, Charlotte." I smile as she puts down the suitcase, sighing.

"For the love of god, call me Charli." She chuckles, my cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. "I would have to hit you over the head with a bat." She smiles innocently, speeding into her room. She sticks her head out of the door again.

"I'm an angel, I promise."

"Yeah whatever, sweetie." I hear Charli chuckle.

"Hello sweetie." She says more British than her usual not-so-stereotypical Australian accent. I let out a loud laugh, understanding her reference instantly.

"Honey, I'm home!" I laugh, suddenly stopping. "We're not married, don't get the wrong idea." I put my hands up defensively, my grey jumper covering most of my hands. I notice Charli laughing so hard she's not producing any sound.

"I-I can't breathe!" She gasps for air. "At least you got the reference." She goes back into her room, still laughing. I soon hear End Sheeran blasting from her room. I smile at his pretty voice.

I roll the suitcases into my room, gaping in awe as I walk in. Next to the door is a tall black bookshelf, a few books sitting on it already. Adjacent to the shelf is a white desk, a blue cup with a few pens and pencils inside upon the desk. I see a red window seat, deep purple curtains. In the middle of the wall on the right is a large queen sized bed, stripped of any sheets. White fairy lights lace between the surfaces that makes the head of the bed. On the right of the bed is a black side table, a small lamp sitting on top of it. To the left of the bed is a built in wardrobe.

"Wow." I whisper to myself, beginning to unpack.

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With in an hour, I finish unpacking, sitting down on my freshly made bed. I didn't have too much stuff, so it didn't take long. I soon hear a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I see a short lady walk in, blonde hair put into a tight bun, green eyes piercing into my skin.

"Hi Dan, sorry we didn't formally meet. I'm June." She sticks out her hand, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. I take her hand, shaking it, smiling in acknowledgement. She lets go, sighing deeply. "I'm sorry about... Everything that's happened."

"Oh, don't be. It's life. But also not at the same time." I try to joke, failing miserably.

"Yeah, um, so dinner will be on the table in a few hours, okay?" I nod. "Okay cool, talk later yeah?"

"Yeah sure." With that June leaves the room. I scroll through Tumblr, soon hearing Supermarket Flowers play through the house. I attempt to blink my tears back, blocking out the song best I can. Of course it was the chorus that I couldn't block out.

So I'll sing "Hallelujah"

I breathe in and out, not letting myself cry.

You were an angel in the shape of my mum.

I scratch my head, holding the bridge of my nose.

When I fell down you'd be there holding me up, spread your wings as you go

I sniffle loudly as tears turn into rapids, my cheeks being the river banks.

And when God takes you back he'll say "Hallelujah you're home"

I let out a choked sob as the chorus ends, plugging in my own music to try block it out. After about ten minutes I finish crying, Photograph playing from Charlie's room. My phone unfortunately died, not realising it's low percentage.

I listen to the lyrics, staring at the pin board above my bed. On the pin board are the pictures of Phil and I from the photobooth. A sad smile creeps across my face, admiring Phil in all the photos.

"Oh Phil, why did it have to end up like this?"

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Heh... Sorry

So new major characters

Charli - Charlizard-02

June - Fully made her up on the spot whoops.

So obviously the different POVs are gonna be different now, seeming as one is in London and the other's in Manchester

Anyway, have fun y'all