Us (Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Chapter 6

The train finally slowed to a stop and I hopped on board. I found a seat at the back of the last carriage and I sighed - I didn't have anything to do, I had only brought my phone, and I didn't have that anymore.

The train started to chug along slowly when suddenly it stopped again. I tried to peer around the side of the window to see why, but I couldn't see anything. Soon enough we had started up again and we were off.

Ten minutes later, someone came walking through the carriage with a young boy. I couldn't see their faces, but they looked like they were trying to find somewhere to sit. If I wasn't awkward and shy, I would have offered them my seat.

"Jesus, Dan, why did you have to sit right at the back? We've just spent ages trying to find you!" Eloise. She plonked herself down next to me and Josh sat on her lap. "Are you excited for our holiday, Josh?" She said poking his tummy. He nodded enthusiastically and I wished she hadn't come. "Oh come on, Dan. You are not going to go through with this. You need me, right?" She winked. She had heard me.

"I only said that because I thought you were pissed at me. I thought the final time I would see you, would be when you were annoyed." I said and then whispered to myself: "You weren't meant to hear."

"Oh, grow a pair, Dan! Who gives a fuck? Anyway we're here now, aren't we Josh?" She smiled down at her brother.

"Fuck." Josh repeated.

"Shit, no Josh, don't say that."

"Shit."

"Joshua." She said sternly.

"Eloisa." He mocked.

"That's not my name." I sighed as I watched them bicker beside me. That train journey felt never ending.

We finally clambered off the train, and I started speed walking to my house. "The sooner you're there, the sooner it's over." I thought - I had completely forgotten about Eloise and Joshua who were running behind me to keep up.

"DAN SLOW DOWN, JESUS CHRIST." Eloise shouted.

"You guys should probably find a hotel or something while I go and talk to Phil." I told them, distracted by my own thoughts.

"How are we going to contact you? I need to make sure you go through with this, and that you're okay. Why did you have to throw your bloody phone into the ocean?"

"Here's my address..." I scribbled it onto an old envelope that I had never got round to posting. "Come to mine at 5. Yeah?" She nodded and I sprinted off.

Once I arrived at my front door, I paused and swallowed. My hand shakily reached for the doorknob and I entered the apartment. I stayed glued to the door frame. The house was a tip. There was stuff everywhere. "Phil?" I called into the quiet flat. I imagined him running up to me, and getting on his knees, and holding onto my ankles - begging me to forgive him. He probably would have done that yesterday.

"Hey." He said leaning against the wall.

"What happened?" I asked him, gesturing to the messy floor.

"I couldn't be bothered to put any of it away. What happened to you? You stink."

"That's what sleeping on the beach all night does to you!" He laughed disapprovingly. "I was hoping we could talk." I said taking a step towards him. He nodded and we tiptoed our way around the rubbish and landed safely on the sofa.

"I don't think there's much to explain really." He stated. I laughed in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that? I just want to know why did it!" He shrugged.

"I guess it was because I really missed you, and I was really putting myself down about it, and then it just sort of happened. It was only 2 nights before you caught us."

"'Only two nights', are you fucking taking the piss? 'Before I caught you...' If I hadn't would you have kept doing it? Did you not regret it? Did you feel guilty at all?"

"Well yeah.."

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO IT AGAIN? HOW BADLY DID YOU WANT TO HURT ME?" I shouted, I didn't think I would get angry this quickly.

"I don't want to hurt you, Dan. I mean, I love you."

"Well you sure don't act like it." He took my hand and started tracing my veins and massaging my knuckles. "I never wanted to hurt you. If you had been in my place, you would have self harmed. This was my version. I'm sorry." He whispered to my palm. I put my free hand under his chin and tipped it up.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you'll never do it again."

"I won't. I swear. I'll never, ever do it again. I'm so sorry." I didn't believe him. It was too put on. I didn't trust him anymore. A part of me knew that if I hadn't caught him with Adrian, then he probably would have carried on and still be cheating on me now. But, apart of me felt like I had to forgive him. I wanted to forgive him extremely badly. So I rested my forehead on his, and sighed.

"I love you, Phil. A lot." Our eyes met, and then our noses touched, and then we were kissing. I had missed the sweet taste of his lips. His strong hands around my face. "I've missed you so goddamn much." I whispered, he smiled as we parted and snuggled on the sofa, so we could watch Game Of Thrones.