Goodnight little lion

Chapter One

He heard a few rustles.
A moan.
A few sniffles.
Silence.

This was getting ridiculous. For the past few days, ever since Phil found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him, Phil hadn't been able to sleep and Dan was forced to hear his friend's cries from across the hall.

At least he was getting better.

The first few days were the worst. He didn't sleep, he didn't come out of his room, he barely ate. He didn't have showers, and he'd stopped doing YouTube videos. Worst of all, he didn't even go on his laptop. He spent most of his days lying on his bed with his eyes open and muttering her name, over and over again.
But after a few days, Dan heard Phil sneak into the nerd room upstairs, and smiled to himself, knowing that Phil's cravings for the internet would overpower him.
Since then, Phil had gotten better, coming downstairs to eat and going out more often.
But every night, Dan would hear his sniffles, and know that Phil hadn't forgotten about her.

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Dan couldn't take it anymore. Getting up, he slipped on a t-shirt and crept into Phil's room, feeling a lot like he was trespassing.
"Phil?" He asked taking the cover off the bed to find he wasn't there. Sighing, he turned around to find Phil in the corner of his room, shaking with his eyes wide open. Silently, Dan picked up the duvet and draped it over Phil's shivering body, collapsing next to him as he did so.
"You okay?" He asked, leaning his head against the wall. No reply. Sighing again, he took Phil's hand, squeezing it tightly and looking him in the eye.
"You want to go to my bedroom?"

A small nod. Yes.

Picking Phil's fragile body up, Dan carried him across the hall into his room, tucking him in before he sat down in his butt chair. He heard a small giggle and turned to see Phil smirking.
"I can see your butt" he said, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he laughed.
Smirking, Dan brushed his fingers over the keys of the piano, his mind searching for a good song to play. He smiled finally, positioning his hands and began playing. It was 'hanging tree' from Mockingjay Pt 1 they saw the other day. He smiled faintly as he remembered how he had searched the web for the sheet music and learnt how to play it in a week. Moving his body with the rhythm, his mind flicked through the endless days of Phil's suffering, and he played more passionately, closing his eyes and feeling around for the keys.
Finished, he turned to find Phil fast asleep on his bed, a small smile resting on his lips. Kissing the top of his head, Dan squeezed in beside him, pleased to have gotten his friend to sleep at last.