I Will Be Chasing This Starlight

by dontmindmeimjustafangirl

Phan AU: This used to be called You Bring Me Hope but I changed it because I cant name things. Anyway, this fic contains potential triggers such as self-harm, suicide and amnesia. Also badly written smut in chapter 5 plz don't read. Unless you like that sort of thing. Maybe lil bit of KickTheStickz at the end ;)

11. Chapter 11

The train arrived for their long journey home, full of the memories of their trip. The Eiffel tower, the special toaster and juice pump, and of course, Matt Bellamy. They still couldn't believe that actually happened, Muse, the band, MUSE had cheered at them when they kissed. Dan played Starlight on repeat on his Phone and started to tear up.

"You're listening to it again aren't you?" Phil tittered looking at Dan's emotional face.

"Mmhmm…"

"Come on, listen to this!" Phil took Dan's phone and played Knights Of Cydonia. Dan's smile grew into a grin and they started to play air guitar and drums, Shaking their cabin slightly.

They listened to every song that the band played that evening. They sang along and talked about each song and how they all played it. Those two hours were truly the best two hours of their lives. They eventually fell asleep listening to Explorers, which is a good song to fall asleep to as at the end they actually sing shh.. go to sleep. (It's one of my favourite Muse songs.) They slept for about an hour, just holding each other. They woke in the middle of the Channel Tunnel, it was dark and they were hungry.

"I'm gonna go to the café, you want anything?" Phil asked, yawning.

"Uh.. Yeah can you get me a Coke and Malteasers?"

Phil tutted jokingly, "You and your Malteasers."

They reached London within 3 hours, they bid farewell to their trip of a lifetime and headed home. They reached the stop where Dan had to get off and kissed his boyfriend farewell. Phil plugged his music in for the rest of the journey to his house. He listened to Staright and smiled to himself, reliving their amazing experience.

Phil walked through the front door ready to greet his father again when he saw suitcases and bags packed by the front door. He walked through the kitchen doorway to see his father sitting patiently at the kitchen table.

"Dad wh-"

"Now that I see you're already packed.." His father interrupted coldly. "We best be going."

"What do you mean Dad?" Phil asked, is eyes flickering with fear.

"We're leaving, and never coming back."