Phoenix Howell- Goodbyes and Hellos

Phil

Phil's POV-
It had been a week since I had left home. I had stormed out of the house to abruptly, I hadn't even known where I was going when I had left. Fortunately PJ never failed to answer his phone and was generous enough to let me come stay with him.
We were sitting in the kitchen of his apartment watching Spider-Man: Homecoming when he suddenly paused the movie and stood in front of me.
"Just call him, mate." He said, tossing his phone to me from across the room. It landed on my chest rather hard, I swore slightly under my breath.
He stared me dead in the eyes.
"I know you love him, even after all that you told me. You at least need to talk about it with him, Phil. Accidents happen." He said.
I began to recall the foggy details of what had happened the day that I had left. I was a mess, crying in the middle of the street outside of our apartment. I had called PJ and through sniffling and sobs I choked out that I was coming to his flat. He immediately began consoling me over the phone. When I reached his home I was so weak that I fell onto his floor in the doorway sobbing.
For the past two days I had been wearing PJ's clothes as I hadn't grabbed enough and all of mine were dirty.
I crossed the room to PJ's guest bedroom with his phone and shut the door. I sat on the bed thinking for a moment. Do I really want to do this? I hesitated before I let my fingers type a number and it began to ring. My fingers shook as I waited for an answer.
"Phil?"
"Yeah, it's me. Don't freak-" I was interrupted.
"I'm so sorry." Phoenix said, her voice was low and she stuttered as she spoke. It reminded me of when I had first met her. She must be upset with me, that's when her stutter usually comes back, although I wasn't sure why she was saying that she was sorry. I didn't want to talk much about what had went on though, I chose to ignore it.
"Hi, Phoenix. Listen, I'm so sorry that I lied to you. I'm coming home today, I'm not sure if I'm staying quite yet. I'll talk later when I get there. Don't tell Dan I'm coming." I said into the phone.
"Okay." She said, staying silent to let me agree. When I didn't answer she said that she would see me when I got home and then hung up.
"Peej?" I called. He came into the room, his eyebrows raised in a way that said: did you talk to him?
"I'm going home. Will you be here tonight?" I said as I was shoving all of my things into the bookbag I had left with the night Dan and I had fought. He leaned in the doorway not too pleased with my answer.
"Phil, calm down." He said, chuckling as I struggled to quickly pack my things. "Did you talk to Dan?" He asked out loud this time.
"No, I don't want to talk to him yet. I'm going home, if something happens with him would you let me stay? I promise it will only be one more night and then I will try to book a hotel room or something." I said, still struggling with my things. The bag was lumpy from the lack of organization and time I took getting everything together.
"Yeah, no problem." He said to me, the sound of pity in his voice.

I found my iPad on the floor next to the bed. I hadn't been on it since the first night I spent at PJ's. It was then that I realized I hadn't even done as much as tweet. The screen lit up with a text I was receiving from my phone.

Voicemail from Danny💕
Voicemail from Danny💕
iMessage from Danny💕
iMessage from Danny💕
iMessage from Danny💕
iMessage from Danny💕 (72 unread)
Voicemail from Danny💕 (46)

I opened Twitter and posted a gif of a cat and wrote "hope you're all having a great day!" Enough to show that I wasn't dead. I then began listening to every message Dan had been leaving me, my heart melted when I heard his voice. I hated him, but he was my soulmate. I missed him.

I'm going home.
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