Wrong Number// Phan

57

"You two know each other?" Phenix questions.

"Let's go," Dan starts to walk away with Phenix in tow but Phil grabs Dan's hand.

"Can we talk?" He asks in a soft tone.

"No," Dan glares at him even though his face is already a deep shade of red.

"I just want to apologize," Phil continues to be persistent.

"Let go of me!" Dan yells as he makes an attempt to pull away but Phil is too strong.

"Dan," Phenix puts a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Dan was so mad that he hadn't noticed that tears started flowing down his cheeks.

"He's... he..." Dan looks to Phil and the memories from that night flood back into his mind. "He broke me. He built me up just to break me down all over again."

Phil let's go of Dan's wrist and Dan sees it as his moment to get away. He rushes towards the nearest bathroom and leaves Phenix with Phil. She looks up at at Phil who is wearing a look of shock.

"You don't happen to know what you did, do you?" Phenix asks him.

Phil bites his lip, "It's a long story."

~

"And I left him," Phil finally finishes his side of the story. It had taken a while because Phenix kept insisting on checking up on Dan every ten minutes. He hadn't left the bathroom.

"You screwed bad," Phenix shakes her head with the most obvious disappointment painted onto her face.

"I know," Phil sighed while taking a sip of his drink that he ordered. "That's why I'm trying to fix it."

"But... you said you only wanted to get into his pants," Phenix points out.

"I lied!" Phil exclaims and slaps his hands on the counter.

"So," Phenix starts, "you're a liar, you're disrespectful, you're an actual fuck boy, you're untrustworthy, you're pretty fucking heartless, and you broke his actual fucking heart. Do you actually deserve forgiveness?"

Phil gives a defeated sigh before admitting, "no."

"Hey," Phenix puts her hands on Phil's shoulders. "From what I've heard, you can still be a good guy. I mean, you are a good guy. You just made a mistake."

"An unforgivable mistake," Phil mumbles to the ground.

"Nothing is unforgivable, honey," Phenix puts on a smile. "I would know."

"So, what am I supposed to do?" Phil sets his head down on the counter.

"Apologize and give him space," Phenix sets her elbow on the table and lays her head in her hand. "He'll come around when he's ready. You also have to be able to accept the fact that he may never be ready."

Phil gives an elongated exhale before lifting his head with a spark of newfound determination in his eyes.

"You're right," he slams his fist on the counter. Then he raises from his seat and marches confidently towards the bathroom with Phenix in tow.

"Dan," he treads lightly into the bathroom.

"Fuck you," Dan's timid voice comes from the very last stall.

"Hey," Phil puts on a cocky smirk. "I came here to apologize but if that's what you're into..." Phenix elbows him roughly in the side.

"Okay okay," Phil puts his hands up in defense. "Like I said, all I want to do is apologize. I know that what I did was wrong and I do regret it a lot and if you do decide to forgive me, I promise to make a change. I promise to be better."

A quiet chuckle emerges from the stall, "You really don't understand, I don't want you."

"You're just saying that because you want me to feel how you felt," Phil walks towards the stall and Phenix follows.

"I'm sorry, I don't see what you mean," Dan speaks with venom in his tone, "last time I checked, I'm not a heartless bastard like you."

"I'm here my wayward son! Who's been bullying you?!" Chris storms in with a loud commotion before noticing Phil.

"Why the fuck are you here? Get the fuck away from him!" Chris yells ready to jump on Phil.

"But-" Phil is cut off by Chris yelling once more.

"I see you've already found your next fuck buddy!" He says, referring to Phenix.

Her face slowly starts to resemble the bright red bracelet on her wrist.

"I mean," Phil starts with a condescending smirk. "I wasn't thinking about it until now." He starts looking Phenix up and down like she's an actual piece of meat.

"I don't feel safe!" Phenix yells and Dan opens the stall just slightly so that she can scurry in.

"Fucking Phil Lester everybody," Chris throws his hands into the air carelessly. It's pretty obvious by now that he's had his fair share of drinks, maybe even more. "Always making people feel comfortable in their own fucking skin! He's a real fucking keeper!"

"I'm sorry," Phil mumbles ashamedly.

"Yeah! 'Cause sorry always fucking helps! Fuck you! Why the fuck are you still here? Hm?! Jump in front of a truck or something! You hurt my best friend and he's the kindest person you'll ever fucking meet, okay? So fuck you, you're such a self-aggrandizing, pretentious, pea-brained, perverted, disrespectful, fucking bastard and you broke the only person who might've actually cared about you! How do you fucking feel about that?"  Chris slurs through the list of insults, not filtering a damned thing.

"It feels like shit," Phil whispers with one single tear sliding down his cheek before storming out of the bathroom.

Maybe he's off to take Chris's advice? Maybe he's off to find someone else to mindlessly shove his dick into? Maybe he's just going to take a nap? I don't know.

~
A/N
And that's it! The end of the story! Thanks for reading!

Naw jk. There's still more. I wrote fuck so many times in this chapter like fuck.

~P!ATPP