Phil's POV
I was sat in a restaurant with my cousins when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Fishing it out, I saw it was a call from Pj.
"Sorry, I need to take this." Rushing hurriedly away from the table, I answered the call, holding the phone up to my ear.
"Phil." Pj spoke with urgency in his voice. "It's Dan."
No.
"He's in hospital."
This is a dream.
A terrible, horrible dream.
"He overdosed."
But a dream nonetheless.
"Glass everywhere."
It can't be real.
I can't lose him.
I can't go through that again.
Pj was still speaking, but I could barely listen.
Dashing out of the restaurant, I ran to the airport as fast as my stupid legs would carry me.
I found a receptionist. I was red in the face, and resting on the desk as I explained my situation.
"Okay, sir. We have a flight to england in two hours with one seat left. You can book for that if you want?"
"Thank you!" My hands fumbled for my wallet, spilling cash all over the desk as I tried to retrieve my card.
The receptionist smiled as I flustered around mopping up the coins back into my wallet.
Finally, after the longest two hours of my entire life, my flight started to board.
I couldn't move faster if I tried.
I needed to get to Dan.
My legs shook restlessly as I sat on the flight, scrolling through pictures of Dan and I together on my phone.
His beautiful eyes, his lips, his hair, his nose.
The freckles that sat so perfectly on his unblemished skin.
I loved him so much.
He needed to be okay.
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanfictionDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
