Waiting for You // Phan

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Phil's POV

"PJ?"

"Phil? Wha-"

Phil cut PJ off sharply. He was walking/jogging after Dan, his phone out, PJ on the other end.

"Listen. Dan's coming. He's upset, like really upset. Ok, don't hate me, please, just, try and stop him before he does anything too rash, ok?"

"Should I go out and meet you somewhere?"

"You can if you want. I need to go. Bye." Phil hung up and put his phone back in his pocket, picking up his pace.

Please let Dan be ok. It's all my fault, again. If only I wasn't so, so shocked, so completely amazed that Dan admitted he liked me, he wouldn't have taken it the wrong way.

Where would Dan go? Home, he guessed. Back to PJ. Although, in all fairness, Phil didn't know whether 'home' counted as with PJ, or his family, or both.

Train.

Phil turned toward the train station, and looked over just in time to see a train pull into the station. No. No no no. If Dan was already there, and got that train, there was no way Phil or PJ were going to catch up with him.

Desperately, Phil pulled his phone out of his pocket again and dialled Dan's number. It ringed a few times, then stopped like Dan had hung up.

Phil ran faster, although sport had never really been his strongest skill. The train doors were closing, and Phil was running in the stairs to the platform.

He missed it. He missed it.

Phil stopped, out of breath, as the train pulled away, although he had no idea whether Dan was on it or not.

Well, at least there's still PJ.

Five minutes later, another train stopped, and Phil saw PJ get off, wild-eyed, see him, see no Dan, and slumped his shoulders.

PJ walked to the same side of the platform as Phil, and sighed. "We missed him, didn't we?"

Phil nodded.

"Well, he's probably just gone back to our place to sit somewhere for a while. He does that sometimes. I'll go back then, I guess. Do you wanna come?"

"I think it's probably best if I don't go. But call me tomorrow and tell me what's going on, ok?"

"Ok."

//////////////////////////Timeskip/////////////////////////////

Phil was sitting nervously on the edge of his sofa, waiting for PJ to call. He just wanted to know how Dan was.

The phone rung, once, twice, and Phil was there, answering PJ.

"How is he?" Phil asked in a rush, pressing the phone to his ear. He waited anxiously for PJ to reply.

"Not good." PJ said grimly. "Bad. He's shut himself up in his room, and lucky for us, he got the door with the lock on. He hasn't come out for a full 24 hours. It doesn't seem like he's planning to, either."

"Oh God." Phil whispered, already pulling on a jacket. "Listen, I'm coming over, ok? See you in 10." And before waiting for PJ's reply, Phil hung up, grabbed his keys and bolted.

Ten stressful minutes later, Phil was knocking on the door to Dan and PJ's apartment, flattening his hair.

PJ answered, looking troubled. "Hi Phil, I-" PJ began, but Phil pushed past him and asked desperately, "Where's Dan?"