I'm sorry I haven't been uploading, but I doubt anyone wants to read my stuff anyway.
But I've become Phan trash recently and decided I just had to make a phanfiction. Dunno how I'm gonna categorize this one.
~Missing You: Chapter One~
Before today, London's gray skies hadn't affected our protagonist's mood. They were just a part of everyday life. They set the scene perfectly for the soon-to-be saddening events of that day, blocking out the sun and depressing Dan.
"Too depressing," he mumbled, making it his mission to somehow block all of the windows so he didn't have to see the lifeless sky. Maybe it would make him feel better.
Dan sighed, falling back onto the couch and pulling his laptop onto his lap, assuming browsing position. He turned his head to the custom-design calendar on the wall, counting the days until Phil was supposed to be out of the hospital. Six.
He had already been waiting for Phil's recovery for three weeks. Six more days just didn't seem necessary. The accident hadn't been that bad…had it?
Dan had something like a cringe-attack and looked back to his computer, double-clicking on the circular, blue, red, yellow, and green icon that symbolized Google Chrome and it quickly popped up on the screen. He redirected to YouTube.
The first thing in his Recommended section was a video entitled "Phan Moments". A heavy blush settled on his cheeks. He had been watching a lot of the fan-made videos of "Phan," the heavily shipped ship of he and Phil. It was only to make fun of them, of course. It wasn't like he…liked Phil or anything.
No, that would just be ridiculous. They were only friends. Best friends.
Dan sighed, said "Why the hell not" and clicked on the video.
Flashbacks hit him hard as pictures of he and Phil smiling and laughing, Phil tackling him during an episode of Phil is not on fire, hugs between them, and other moments that seemed to "make Phan canon." Happy music played in the background of the photos. It was the complete opposite of Dan's nostalgic and sad feelings.
It took a few minutes for him to realize it, since the memories were enveloping him and keeping him away from reality, but tears were rolling down Dan's cheeks.
He wiped them away with his thumb. But his face was still sticky, and his heart was still aching.
He looked back to his computer, but soon he was crying again, harder this time. He pushed his laptop off of his legs and rolled off of the couch, onto the hard wooden floor. After a few minutes of laying in fetal position and weeping, he flattened himself out, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. He swallowed his sobbing, and everything was silent. His mind was blank as he stared up at the ceiling.
Blinking another tear down his cheek, a thought blossomed. You see, Dan believed Phil's current state was entirely his fault, and refused to visit his best friend in the hospital. But that was about to be changed.
He pushed himself off the floor and walked out of the living room, into his room, and started to pick out something a bit more formal compared to the plain black tee-shirt and jeans he was wearing.
He placed these clothes on the floor and walked into the bathroom to wash himself off in the shower.
He stepped outside his apartment building and walked toward the hospital. He wasn't really ready, but he had to be. But it wasn't for himself.
It was for Phil.