((Hey, sorry for the chapters being so short and I know this took me a long time to publish too, the next chapter will be longer and will be published sooner, I promise. Also sorry for this chapter kind of sounding like my Truth Or Dare one with the coffee shop mayhem and stuff.))
Dan's POV
Phil and I were back home after quickly escaping the restaurant and rushing home to our (hopefully) safe flat. We really didn't know what to make of last night, we hardly even slept. We just layed in bed together, too scared to fall asleep. At least, I was.
I constantly felt like I was being watched. I made sure to always close all the curtains and I checked if the door was locked too much. I just want to find out who this is. At first I thought it could have been the waiter, but neither of us knew him. I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. And I just wish this feeling would go away.
-3 days later-
Well it's been a couple of days and we haven't received anymore notes or letters. Maybe they finally realized that we weren't going to break up over some silly homophobe and a couple of creepy notes? Let's hope. The atmosphere was a little more relaxed now. I was laying on the sofa watching Doctor Who when Phil entered the room wearing a heavy jacket. "And where are you going?", I asked with a smirk. "I was going to pick up some coffee, you want me to pick you one up too? The usual?", he said slipping his shoes on. I really didn't want him going out on his own, I was going to offer to come with him but I remembered what he said to me when he wanted to go to the bathroom in the restaurant and thought best not to. "Yeah, thanks. Be safe" He walked over and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I will" He then opened the door and left. I was immediately worried about him as soon as he closed the door. But as a distraction I turned my head back to the telly and continued to watch.
Okay it's been 20 minutes shouldn't he be back by now? Get ahold of yourself Dan the coffee shop could be crowded.
30 minutes.
I couldn't help myself from looking at the clock every 5 seconds.
What if something happened.
40 minutes.
Maybe he ran into someone he knew?
It's been an hour. That's it, i'm going to look for him I started to put my jacket on when I heard my phone ring. It was Phil!
"Phil, where are you? Are you okay?"
A voice that was most certainly not Phil's replied, "Yeah, he's okay... for now. If you want him back come to abandoned shop two blocks from your flat, the clock is ticking Dan you might want to hurry"
