There's A Reason For Everything
There is a reason for everything. Don't cry. Don't be sad. Don't regret it. Don't be mad.
Dan's POV
I cracked my eyes open. I hadn't slept at all, only shut my eyes. I checked the clock next to my bed. It read ten o'clock. I assumed by that it meant ten at night, but when I looked at my phone, I realized it was ten in the morning. Brilliant. I had not slept all night, and it was already the next morning.
Honestly, for most of the night my eyes were open and staring blankly into the dark. I shouldn't be surprised at how long it had been. There was one thing I knew for sure though; I couldn't spend the day around here.
I stood up, dizzy and not quite coherent, as I was still shaking mildly. I stumbled to the lights, turned them on, and began to pack up a backpack for the day. I just needed some money, maybe an extra shirt, and my phone. I was coming back; I just needed to be out for the day.
I slung the backpack over my shoulder, and trudged out of my room. I couldn't help but notice Phil balled up in the corner of the lounge as I walked by. He may have been awake, but I didn't bother to check. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and a couple granola bars, and started to write a note.
Going out. I'll be back later. –Dan
It was short and could easily portray a hostile tone, but I was okay with that, honestly. I was upset. I was also heartbroken. `
I grabbed some headphones off the counter and walked out the door, closing it lightly before I left for who-knows-where. I figured I'd just head down town to the metro station. I could go anywhere.
"I'll go all the way to PJ's. I haven't seen him in a while," I stated to myself as I swiped my Oyster card.
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I don't know exactly how much longer it had been, but eventually it was my stop. I hopped off and headed straight for PJ's.
"Dan!" PJ exclaimed as soon as he opened the door, quickly embracing me in a hug.
"Hey Peej!" I responded with a smile, appreciating the hug.
"I didn't know you were going to be coming here any time soon," he said, inviting me in.
"Neither did I," I laughed.
"Hey, I say your live show last night. That ended pretty strangely, what was that about?"
"Phil… Phil lied to me. He got his memory back the other night, and he was not going to tell me. He was spouting things about how he thought I would like it better with him not remembering anything. I needed to get out this morning, as I was just staring into the darkness from then until ten this morning. I'm pretty tired. I am just so heartbroken that he doesn't want to remember everything we have done together!" I was frantically spouting all this nonsense to him after we had barely sat down. It kind of felt good though.
"Okay, first, you need to calm down." He sat forward a little on his chair which was placed parallel to the couch I was on. "That really doesn't sound like Phil. Are you sure he is okay? Where was he when you left this morning?"
"Curled up in a ball on the floor of the lounge."
"And you just left him." PJ raised an eyebrow. "Riiiight, okay." He stopped for a second. "Hmm, well, you are going to stretch out here on this couch. Get some sleep. I'll warn you though, Chris came over last night. His place lost power and it's cold you know. So if you hear anything it might be him." I could tell he was thinking I was insane, but I wouldn't reject his offer of sleep.
He brought me a blanket and a couple pillows, and I fell asleep in no time.
Phil's POV
Dan left at some point this morning. He left a note saying he'd be back, but I am beginning to doubt it. I realize I was stupid, okay? I get that I did something that could completely wreck our relationship, but at the time I thought it was a good idea. I made a cup of tea at some point I guess. It is in my hands, but it is cold. I have been sitting on this couch, staring into space for who-knows-how-long. I didn't really sleep last night. I wish I could go find Dan, but my body is stiff and unmoving. I don't think that I could physically move, even if I really tried.
I'll wait it out. If Dan never comes back, I will never move.
PJ's POV
I shushed Chris as we walked past the living room and into the kitchen. "He's practically gone insane, let's let him sleep for a while," I said.
"Shouldn't we go call Phil?"
"No, I don't think so. Hopefully when Dan wakes up he will realize that he needs to go to him. I think everyone knows that they belong together. It might just take a while for them to fully get to be in a healthy relationship."
"You're probably right," Chris sighed, watching Dan over the counter.
Chris and I talked for a while. Mid conversation, Dan stirred, causing us both to look up at him. He woke up completely startled. Looking around for a minute, he hopped up into a sitting position, shaking his head to fix his hair.
Dan's POV
I can't lie, waking up on a couch made me instinctively look for Phil. Then I remembered that he didn't really care.
"Hey Dan," PJ said, entering the room. Chris waved too. "So how are you feeling? Any better?"
"A little less tired, I guess," I laughed. "What do you mean?"
"Well a few hours ago, you were perfectly fine with the idea of your best friend and boyfriend lying on the floor, curled up in a ball. That's not exactly you."
"Well he hurt me, Peej, a lot. I don't exactly know what to say to him," I admitted.
"Okay, then don't. You just need to go home and make sure he isn't unconscious or anything. Dan, as much as I would love for you to stay, you need to get yourself home to your boyfriend."
I sighed. "I will go home, but keep your phone on. I want to know that someone can help me." He nodded, before the two of them sent me off quickly.
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I don't believe there is such thing as silence. When everything is quiet, there is still a sound. That sound is either incredibly high pitched, or dull and low. That sound fills the void and is almost painful.
As I walked into the flat, I heard that sharp shrill of silence. Not a sound seemed to creak through the entire house, and I could have sworn my heart stopped. I was very much alive with fear, though.
I walked in further, and saw him sitting there on the couch. There was a mug of tea in Phil's hands, but it looked long cooled. His eyes were glassy and fixed on the television, but when I checked it, it was off and blank. I called his name, but received no response.
I called him once more, and slowly his face turned toward me. It frightened me the way he looked through me. I for a moment forgot my anger at him, and just wanted to hold him. His face turned the other way again. He looked sick.
"Phil," I whispered in utter shock. What had happened to healthy, happy, beautiful boyfriend? I dropped my keys and my sunglasses onto the table and walked toward him.
I knelt down in front of him and placed my hands on his. He focused a little, and looked at me, finally.
"D-D-D-Dan, I-I am so sorry. I thought I lost you. I thought you had left forever. I was stupid, I know. I did something that tore us apart and I can't ever forgive myself for that." Tears flowed from his gorgeous eyes. I was quite confused. Sure I had been incredibly upset, but he was wrecked by an argument. He was so emotionally distraught.
Only now did I realize how cold it was in the flat. We had left the windows open for some reason, and Phil was wearing a thin T-shirt. It was freezing in here, and I noticed him shaking slightly. I pulled off my leather jacket that I was wearing and wrapped it around his shoulders. "Phil, Phil, baby, calm down. It's okay. It's okay, I was upset, but I forgive you. Why are you so worked up? I'm right here!" I kissed his hands slowly.
"Why are you not furious with me?" He asked.
I just hushed him as I got up and sat next to him. He fell onto me, and sobbed into my lap. "Phil," I whispered when his crying slowed. He lifted his head up, and it became level with mine. I grabbed his chin and pulled him forward into a kiss. I don't care how upset I was at him earlier. This is now. Right now I know two things. One, I love him so much. Two, I was taking him to the hospital first thing in the morning. He was not acting like himself, and I wanted the doctors to see him.
"Dan," he whispered with his face against mine.
"Yeah?"
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Phil."
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