Crashing Down- A Phanfiction

Breakdown (Part 1)

Dan's P.O.V.

I was settled in my room, browsing Tumblr and waiting for Phil to come out of the bathroom, when I heard a door slam. I got up from my bed and jogged to the bathroom. The door was ajar, which was odd, considering Phil would literally die if anyone saw him changing. I opened it, and asked softly,

"Phil?" I walked in and saw that Phil was not in the bathroom anymore. All I saw were 4 t-shirts, laying in a ball on the floor. Weird, because even Phil wouldn't be THAT untidy. I picked up the shirts, returned them to my room, and went on a search to find Phil's whereabouts. It wasn't very hard, because I'd heard muffled sobs coming from Phil's room. I knocked on his door and asked,

"Phil? Are you ok in there?" I heard a pause in the sobs, but no answer came from behind the door.

"Come on, Phil. What's bothering you? Can I come in?" Still no answer. I jiggled the door handle and, not surprisingly, saw that it was locked.

"Phil, please open the door. I just want to know what's wrong." Still, Phil didn't answer back. I was getting agitated now.

"Ok, I guess I'll just sit here and wait," I said finally, and I plopped down in front of the door.

Phil's P.O.V.

"Ok, I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait," I heard Dan say from outside my room, followed by a plunk, which I guessed was Dan sitting down. I sat and sobbed for a couple minutes more, but then calmed myself down enough to look at my condition, face wise, in my mirror. My eyes were bloodshot, and the area around them was bright red. My cheeks were reddened and stained with tear streaks. I wiped my face off the best that I could with my bedspread, then I unlocked my door.

Dan's P.O.V.

I heard the lock on the door click, so I turned the knob. I saw Phil sitting on his bed, with a blotchy face and a fake smile. I immediately knew something was really wrong. Phil almost NEVER had a breakdown like this.

"Hey, Dan," Phil said sadly. I went and sat on the bed next to him. I looked him straight in the eye and said,

"Phil. Tell. Me. What. Is. Wrong." He looked at me, and asked me,

"Do you think I'm fat?" He then burst into tears. I tried to calm him down, but he started uncontrollably sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks. He then collapsed, laying his head in my lap. I tensed up for a second, but I went with it and let him lay there, sobbing into my jeans.

"Phil, where did you get the idea that you were fat?" Then, I gasped and asked,

"Was is because of the joke I made with the cereal this morning?" He calmed down a bit and then answered,

"Well, not really. It was because *sniff* of the t-shirts. I tried on *sniff* all of the shirts I liked, and none of them fit."

"Oh, that;s probably because those shirts have been sitting in my closet for a long time," I said back, but I was lying. One of those shirts had become too small for me only three weeks ago. But I didn't have the heart to tell Phil. Phil sniffed a bit, then said,

"Really? Thanks so much, Dan. You're so good at this stuff! Did you secretly major in cheering-up-flatmates in college?" He then got up from my lap and hugged me. I hesitated for a moment, but then followed through and hugged him back. This feels nice, I thought to myself. Wait, WHAT?!

Phil's P.O.V.

After Dan left my rom, I thought to myself, 'That hug felt nice.' Wait, WHAT?!

Author's Note: Hey Guys! Sorry that chapter was long; I didn't really know when to end it...oops. Anyway, stay tuned for another chapter soon!~J