Dreams (A Phanfic)

Gone

Phil's POV:
Damn it. I was so close to sneaking upstairs. But no! Dan has to come and ruin everything. I don't even know why I'm crying, he's not worth being upset over. He's a twat. But God, I am in love with Daniel Howell, and I can't do anything about it. I started to hastily throw stuff into my suitcase. Clothes, toothbrush, phone charger, laptop and charger, I thought, making a checklist. When I was finished packing, I ran down the stairs and walked out the door before Dan could say a word. Since Drake's house wasn't that far away, I decided to walk. Ding! I heard my phone exclaim. A text from PJ, of course. "Phil, are you okay? What happened?" I read from my phone. "I'm fine. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I replied. "Yep." PJ sent. I quickened my pace, wanting to get to Drake's faster. No mater how hard I tried, I couldn't get Dan off of my mind. "Get over him Phil! He doesn't deserve to occupy your head. Dan. Is. An. Ass!" I internally screamed at myself. By the time I was finished battling with myself, I had reached Drake's doorstep. Here goes nothing.
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Dan's POV:
He's gone. I just stood frozen in the hallway. My feet not having the ability to move. I have hurt Phil, and I made him cry. I am a fucking monster. That's when I just crumpled to the floor and cried. "WHAT HAVE I DONE??" I wailed out loud. "PHIL COME BACK!" While choking on tears, I stumbled to Phil's bedroom. He took everything. Well, except for one sweatshirt. The one I had gotten him for his birthday a few years back. I pulled in on and got under his covers. Even though it was only 7PM, I shut my eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Author's Note:
Hey guys. I'm really sorry these chapters are so short. They are just the calm before the storm...mwhaha. So I hoped you enjoyed this quick update. Byeee!
-Taylor :)