The breakup was messy. Very messy. A sobbing Dan had came home to a very concerned fiancé.
"I can't do this anymore.." Dan whispered, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Can't do what, love?" Jason asked softly, his arms snaking around Dan's waist.
"This," Dan replied in between sobs, "I can't do us anymore." He somehow wriggled away from Jason, tears continuing to stream down his face.
"Do you not still love me?" Jason whispered, backing into a wall.
"Of course I still do," Dan muttered, his gaze now fixed on the ground, "Just not like I used to."
"This is all Lester's fault," Jason growled, "Ever since you started talking to him again, we've started slipping. Dan, please don't do this..I love you.."
"Phil has nothing to do with this," Dan cried, "It's not him, it's not you, it's me. I'm sorry, I love you too, but I can't do this anymore.."
"Dan." Jason pleaded, but Dan already had the ring off of his finger.
"I'm so sorry, Jason." Dan muttered, stepping out of the apartment, "I'll be back to get my things later." And that was it. Dan left the apartment building in tears, catching a taxi back to Phil's apartment. He knocked shakily on the apartment door, salty tears still coming down his face.
Phil answered the door, his hair a mess, "Hello?" He took one look at the mess that was Dan before wrapping his arms around the brunette.
Dan melted into the hug, sobbing heavily into Phil's shoulder.
"Dan," Phil asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Dan didn't actually give Phil an answer, instead he just cried.
"Dan," Phil tried again, "Please just tell me."
The sobs just became heavier.
Phil finally came up with an idea, "Bear," He attempted. He hadn't used that nickname in roughly seven years, and he thought maybe it would help. It actually just made Dan's sobs grow heavier than before, "Dan.." Phil trailed before glancing down, "Dan.. W-where's your ring...?" He asked carefully.
"It's not mine anymore." Dan finally managed.
"What do you mean..?" Phil asked again, not fully understanding what it meant.
"I-I'm no longer engaged." Dan whispered before burrying his head back into Phil's shoulder.
Phil's heart skipped a beat whenever he heard those four words. Isn't this what he had wanted? Well, no, not technically . Phil had wanted Dan, and when Dan got engaged, he wanted nothing more than to make him jealous. He was regretting that. Of course Phil still wanted Dan. What person in the right mind wouldn't? But he had gone out and got a Hazel. He couldn't just leave Hazel.
"Come in," Phil finally said, leading Dan into their apartment, "So what happened?" He asked, trying (and failing) to wipe the tears falling from Dan's pale face.
"Fight." Dan whispered, pulling his knees to his chest, "Really, really big fight."
"Oh," Phil muttered, "I'm sorry."
Dan shrugged, "Nothing to be sorry about."
Phil pulled Dan into another hug, "There's so much that I should be sorry about, Daniel, please don't act like there isn't."
"I should be apologizing to you." Dan whispered, "This is all my fault."
"No," Phil muttered, hugging Dan tighter, "It's not."
Dan couldn't argue as heavy sobs were once again escaping his throat, his tears coating Phil's shirt.
Phil could only hug Dan tighter, rubbing the back of his neck.
Dan's sobs filled the apartment, alarming the other person who he had forgotten lived there.
A concerned Hazel walked into the room, opening her mouth before Phil shook his head, ushering her to be quiet.
She raised an eyebrow, looking at Dan.
Phil shook his head, 'I'll tell you later.' He mouthed to her, putting his shoulder onto the top of Dan's head as his girlfriend left the room.
"Bear," Phil tried again quietly, "Can you tell me what actually happened?"
Dan nodded as he tried to respond, words getting jumbled in his throat, instead being replaced by louder sobs.
"Okay, okay," Phil whispered, rubbing his neck again, "Don't tell me, you don't have to tell me."
Dan nodded again, feeling the dampness of Phil's shirt, "I'm sorry," He muttered as he pulled away from him, "About your shirt."
Phil laughed quietly, "It'll dry." He assured Dan.
Dan nodded, "Can-can I stay here tonight, maybe? The only other place I have is my parent's house, and I don't want to go there right now."
"Of course, this is still your apartment too. Always will be," Phil promised, "But, um Hazel has your room now.."
"Oh, yeah, you told me," Dan muttered, tears still flowing down his pale face, "Okay, never mind I'll go home."
"No, no." Phil whispered, "Still your apartment, y'know what. Move back in, I'll give you your room back. Tonight you can sleep on the couch."
Dan mustered a smile as he hugged Phil again, "Thank you."
Phil hugged Dan back, smiling to himself. Deep down, this is what he had wanted for the past year and a half. Dan back. There was a problem, a blonde problem. A blonde problem that went by the name of Hazel.
Phil had only started dating Hazel to make Dan jealous, and it seemed to have worked. For whatever reason, Phil had a feeling deep down that Dan had broke off his engagement because he still loved him. He didn't love Hazel, he didn't. He loved Dan, but he had a Hazel, and he was way too nice just to dump Hazel two weeks after they started dating. He had to continue on with Hazel for a little while, then get them to break up mutually, so that he didn't look like a complete ass.
"Gaming channel?" Dan asked quietly, "Can we still..?"
"Of course," Phil assured him. It was a little secret of Phil's that he hadn't actually thrown out the Sims, or any of their other old gaming things. He just moved them out of the office, "Do you want me to leave? You've had a long day, you must want to get some sleep."
Dan nodded, "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind."
Phil hugged him again, "Of course, everything's still where it was before you left. You're welcome to anything."
Dan smiled at him weakly, "Thank you," He muttered again as he grabbed one of his old blankets.
"Anything for you," Phil whispered, "Hey, thanks for coming back. Thanks for talking to me. I'll be in my room, you're welcome to come and talk to any time of the night."
Dan nodded, "Goodnight, Phil." He said weakly.
"Night, Dan," Phil responded as he shut off the light to the room, closing the door as he left.
Dan stayed awake for a long time after that, staring blankly at the wall, going over that day's actions in his head. He was glad he had done it, but it hurt. It really hurt, it was like there was a hole in his heart, a hole that needed to be filled. The thing was, Jason didn't fill that whole, he just occupied it for a while. Phil was the one who was meant to fill that hole, but he had a Hazel. Dan had lost, once again, he could never win. He stared at the wall before receiving a text.
"I'm proud of you," His ex- almost sister-in-law texted him. That sent him into more sobs. He hadn't stopped crying since he left Jason's apartment, but now his sobs were picking up again.
That hole needed to be filled. The Phil shaped hole, but it couldn't be. Not for a while, and it killed Dan as he realized this in that dark room. That's whenever he realized it was starting to storm. That dark and stormy night was whenever he realized he wanted, needed, Phil Lester for the second time on that couch. Stormy nights, apparently they did something for Dan realizing his feeling, especially when it came to Phil. Only one thing was prominent in Dan's mind, winning Phil back.