Hi :) I know this is a short really chapter and you guys deserve more but I've just been really busy with homework and other things that are way less interesting than writing for you guys. But I've uploaded two chapters tonight, so I hope that makes it up at least a little bit. Anyways, hope you like this chapter, sorry for the long author's note. Enjoy!
"Home. That's where I need to be…"
Phil continued to stumble through London towards his apartment. He knew his way back from Dan's parent's house but he was only half concentrating on where he was going. The other half of his mind wondered aimlessly through all the memories he had of him and Dan. All the silly little pranks they played on each other, all the amazing dates they had been on, all the videos they had made together, every kiss they had shared, every time they had fallen asleep in each others arms. He remembered when he had told Dan he was gay, he remembered Dan admitting he was bi, he remembered how Dan had been afraid when he had told him his feelings towards him, he remembered how he had silenced Dan's terrified apologies and ramblings with a kiss. Phil remembered everything. Those memories kept him strong, they told him Dan was out there, somewhere, and he needed to help him. He suddenly found himself at his apartment door. He took out his key, unlocked the door, and went inside. A small spark of hope ignited inside his heart, hoping Dan would be safe at home and this was all some horrific nightmare or joke. But the spark was soon stamped out as Dan was nowhere to be seen or heard. Phil couldn't do it; he couldn't hold it in anymore. He ran into his room, threw himself down on his bed, and sobbed into his pillow. Where was Dan? Why wasn't he here? This had gone beyond any joke. Dan was missing and nobody remembered him. What was he supposed to do now?