Thunderstorm
Chapter 1: Alone
Dan was stood on the balcony, gazing out at the typical London scene. He glanced up at the sky and watched the grey rain clouds worriedly and said to himself "I hope Phil makes it home before it starts pouring down". He sighed and wandered back into the apartment, closing the glass door behind him. He missed Phil, and didn't want him to end up ill again because of the stupid rain. He wandered to the sofa and sat down, unsure of what to do with himself. Phil had gone out to get them a Starbucks, and Dan regretted letting him go now. He was just thinking about how bad he would feel if Phil ended up getting soaked, when the rain suddenly poured down. Typical. Rain didn't start slowly here, didn't give you a bit of warning. It just suddenly started thrashing down on you. Then Dan saw the flash of lightning through the window and he sprung up, running towards his bedroom.
He slammed his door behind him and ran around the room closing all the curtains quickly. He heard the loud boom of thunder and winced, trying to ignore it. He jumped quickly under the duvet, pulling it over his head. He reached out and grabbed a pillow, covering his head with it under the duvet, trying to cover the sound in any way possible. He scrunched his eyes together and curled into a ball, focusing on breathing deeply. He felt suffocated by the pillow and duvet, but he didn't really care. He preferred that to the storm. Calm down he scolded himself it's just a stupid storm. His body didn't seem to agree however, Dan's heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest. He was tempted to go get his headphones to try and distract himself, but he really didn't want to leave his sanctuary. He'd never liked storms, but it had got worse recently.
Phil stood, wrapped in his coat for warmth, in the middle of a busy Starbucks. He had just ordered and was waiting for them to finish making his and Dan's drinks when he heard the harsh noise of rain suddenly pelting the window. Soon after, he heard the boom of thunder and murmured "Shit!" before turning and running from the café, pulling his hood up as he went.
Dan whimpered slightly, even though he knew it was stupid. The thunder couldn't hurt him, but common sense didn't play a large part in his fear. All he could think was where's Phil? I hope nothing's happened to him. I need him here, please hurry. He hated being alone at the best of times, but it was worse when all he could hear was the echoing of thunder, even under all the bedding. He thought there was a chance he was imagining it, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. He just wanted Phil to hold him, to whisper to him that everything was fine. He hated being alone.
Dan was alone, and Phil needed to get back now. His feet pounded on the wet pavement and his breath was shallow and quick. He wasn't the fittest, but at least his long legs meant he was quick. He felt pain shoot up his side, but he didn't stop. He had to get to Dan, he was probably terrified! He was shoving through the crowds now, not caring about the shouts he was getting. Phil couldn't bear the thought of Dan being frightened without Phil there to calm him down. He needed to help him through this. Why did he go out? For a stupid drink. Now Dan was alone.
Eventually he reached the elevator and as it moved he removed his keys. The doors were barely open and Phil had all ready squeezed out and was shouting through the door as he tried to unlock it "I'm here Dan, its fine!" He finally felt the lock click and he shoved the door open, slamming it behind him as he kicked off his shoes. He already knew where Dan would be, and Phil ran quickly to his room.