Dan's POV:
I hugged PJ goodbye and thanked him for letting me stay, I made sure I told him just how much I appreciated it. My stomach felt nauseous in a nervous way, I had called my Mum and told her I was coming home for a week or so. My last stop before my train ride to Manchester was my house, I had to get some stuff.
I walked up the steps and let myself in, I felt awkward like someone does when they are expected at their friends house and told to just 'let themselves in'. Which was stupid, as it was my house too. I prayed Phil wasn't in, even though there was a 99% chance he was.
I unlocked the door and headed straight up the stairs. This time I lifted a bigger bag, I filled it with numerous t-shirts, jeans and pairs of underwear and socks. I made sure I packed my laptop and any other miscellaneous things I might need. Behind me I could hear my door open, I was nervous to turn around.
"I'm just getting some things, I'll be gone soon" I told Phil, without even turning around.
"You don't have to go Dan. Just stay here and we can try and work things out" Phil said.
Sadly I shook my head, deep down we both knew that wouldn't work. I carried on packing, now throwing hoodies in and pushing down on them to try and fit them in.
"Some space will be good Phil, it'll give us both a chance to clear our heads" I said.
"I don't need space though, I need you" Phil said quietly.
My stomach flipped, I felt sick. I second-guessed myself, was going to Manchester a good idea? Yet I forced myself to continue packing, trying not to look at Phil.
"I have to do this Phil, everything is so fucked up" I told him, finally looking at him.
He looked down at the ground and left my room, I took out my phone and called a taxi to the train station. My hands were shaking, which made it hard to dial the number. I went out to the hall to begin to carry my huge bag of things down the stairs, there was Phil sitting on the stairs – in a child-like position.
Fifteen minutes later I saw the light outside the front door, showing that there was a car outside – presumably the taxi. I put my hand on the front door handle and took one look back at Phil. He was still sitting on the stairs, looking at his feet.
"Wait Dan" He said, getting up and walking towards me.
He planted a kiss on my lips, an unexpected one.
"Remember what I said, I'm gonna be here waiting on you" He said.
I nodded, still a bit stunned about the kiss as I made my way to the taxi.
By four o'clock in the afternoon I was sitting on the train, drinking a coffee and tucking into a packet of crisps I had bought from the vending machine. I checked my Tumblr tag, pictures of llamas and my face edited on to llamas loaded before me. I grinned to myself, the Danosaurs always knew how to make me feel better. I kept scrolling, Delia Smith pictures, jokes about placenta – it was all I could do to stop myself from bursting out laughing on the train.
One more scroll and I saw a picture, a 'Phan' picture. It was four GIFs, the first one of Phil tackling me to the ground in one of our first videos. The second one of Phil pretending to comfort me in one of my videos and the last two were of Phil and I giving each other long glances in the middle of videos, eye contact I had never really noticed before.
My heart ached, I had spent the entire train ride telling myself I didn't miss Phil, when it was evident that I did.
Nearly four hours later I was walking up to the front door of the house I grew up in. I hadn't been home since Christmas. I knocked at the door, holding my bag in my other hand. My Mum answered the door, she threw her arms around me.
"Dan" She laughed, "Oh I've missed you".
I dropped my bag on the ground and hugged her back. I had a weak moment where all I wanted to do was cry into her shoulder and ask her to make everything better. But I wasn't ten any more, so I held back the tears.
My Dad came down the stairs.
"Hello son" He grinned, patting me on the shoulder as I was still in mid-hug with my Mum.
She finally pulled away and brought me inside, my Dad took my bag.
It was weird being home, the familiar smell of the house, seeing my parents – it was a good weird though. I walked through to the living room and there was my younger brother Adrian, sitting on the sofa. I threw myself down beside him.
"I didn't think you'd be here so soon" He said.
"Yeah the train ride was fairly quick" I replied.
He had grown a lot since I last seen him. He was nearly seventeen now, everyone said he looked like a mini-me but being like most siblings, I never saw the similarity. I would never say it to him, but I had missed him.
"So what brings you home? Your Mother never said" My Dad asked.
"I was just missing home, and you guys a bit. Plus I haven't been home since Christmas" I bluffed.
There was no point in telling them the real reason I was here was because my relationship – that they didn't know about – with my best friend had ended. I hadn't even gotten round to telling them I was bisexual. It seemed to real to tell them, I'd rather keep it quiet for as long as possible.
Hi everyone, when I said wrap it up, I meant I was gonna finish the story I was just worried I was beginning to bore everyone. But some of you seem happy for me to continue and that makes me happy ^_^ So thank you for the nice reviews, they make me smile. :D Btw I don't know Dan's Mum and Dad's names, so I guess I'll just refer to them as 'My Mum' and 'My Dad'. But yeah hope you enjoy, bye!