Dan and Phil One Shots (2)

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(SAME TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY FROM THE FIRST PART)

James had gone out to meet up with some friends so Phil decided to sneak into his room. He pulled open his draws, searching for his phone because he really missed Dan. He eventually found it but it was dead so he plugged it in. After a few minutes, it turned on and a picture of him and James appeared as the wallpaper. He frowned as he unlocked the phone and went into his contacts.

"Dan..." Phil's voice sounded so broken as he gripped the phone with all his might. He was afraid that James would come home at any moment and take his phone away again.

"Phil? I thought you didn't want to talk to me again?" Dan sounded quite upset himself which made Phil furrow his eyebrows.

"What?"

"You texted me saying you didn't want to talk anymore."

Phil put a hand over his mouth as he let out a loud sob: James must have done that. Phil didn't want to lose Dan since he had already lost everything else.

"Phil, what's wrong?"

"I didn't send those messages, James did-" Phil cut himself off as he heard the door shut. "He's home, I need to-" Phil hung up before he could even finish his goodbyes, pocketing the phone. He rushed back into his bedroom and quietly shut the door, hoping to pretend to be asleep. It was pushing midnight and he should have been asleep anyway.

He heard some hushed whispers, followed by a high pitched giggle and he listened closely. "He's asleep so we have to be quiet..." Phil's eyes widened as he heard James' bedroom door shut. He then decided he needed to escape and he needed to do it now.

He shoved a few outfits into a bag, followed by a couple of other things such as his camera and favourite book. He tried to block out the noises he could hear because it was just making his heart beat harder and his legs shake a lot more. He threw his backpack over his shoulders and slowly sneaked out of the door. He was crying softly as he slipped on a pair of shoes. Upon noticing James' wallet sitting on the kitchen side, he decided to pick it up and take out a few notes. James had made his life hell so he at least owed him some money, right?

Phil pocketed the money and slipped out of the house, barely making a noise. He then called Dan again, despite his phone being on a low 10%. "I have nowhere to go." He mumbled into the phone, his voice shaking due to how much he was crying.

"Phil, can you just explain what's going on?" Dan responded, sounding puzzled.

"I have no one. I was in a relationship with someone and he treated me so badly and I don't know what to do... Where am I supposed to live now? I'm so alone.. This was a mistake-" Phil was breathing so heavily that it was hard for Dan to make sense of his words but he eventually did.

"Are you anywhere near London?"

"Maybe a few hours away? I'm not sure, why?"

"Can you get to a train station? I can meet you in London and you can stay with me? I promise I'm not a murderer. I just care about your safety and you cannot live on the streets."

"Thanks.." Even if Dan was a murderer, Phil didn't have much more to lose.

Luckily, the streets were littered with streetlights which guided Phil. He was quite paranoid, looking behind him every few minutes in case James had figured out he was gone and was going to come and get him.