Dan happily slipped his keys into the door, swinging it open. "Phil! I'm back!" His voice echoed throughout their house. Silence. Not even a little mumble for a reply, just complete silence. Maybe Phil had just one out for a walk, no he couldn't of, he would have texted Dan telling him so. As the male walked in he spotted a pad on the table with some writing on. That's right, he just left a note to tell him, how cute of him. Phil never seize being his adorable self, it was hard to not fall in love with the raven haired male. Setting his bags down, Dan grabbed the pad the flopped down onto the couch with a sigh as he started to read threw the cute little note Phil had written for him.
A single gasp left Dan's mouth as he felt his world slowly start to fall apart, piece by piece. Painfully.
Dropping the pad he quickly sped over to Phil's room, going faster than he had ever ran before. Shoving the door open his eyes wandered around the room to see that everything had been emptied except the shirts that Phil had kindly left on his bed, folded perfectly then placed on top of each other. By this time tears stung the corners of his eyes but Dan being the stubborn man he was, he quickly moved back down the stairs and grabbed his jacket before running out of his house. 'Where could he have gone? Why did he have to leave me?' Two of the many questions that rushed through Dan's head, violently crashing into each other causing him to have a headache almost as worse as the ones during his hangovers. "Have you seen a guy he's abo-" "Excuse me ha-" "My friends ran aw-" Why did no one want to listen? Didn't they care, of course they didn't, why would they? He was just a 'young man' in help that was probably a shop lifter who took drugs. No. Why did society have to be so stereotypical?
Starbucks, no.
Park, no.
Bus stop, no.
Every place that Dan could think of. No.
Where was he? Finally the last place Dan could check was the train station but that was about an hour away by foot so instead he called a taxi, who actually arrived covalently fast. The ride was horrid, the males stomach couldn't stop flipping meaning that he shuffled around in his seat. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket he rang Phil. Ring, ring. Nothing. At this point his eyes were continuously streaming with tears, nonstop tears of so many emotions. It's true what they say, you don't know what you have until it's gone, one minute Dan had everything he could ask for, the next it was all stolen away from him, but that had to change, he was determined to find Phil.
"Would ya' look at that." Came the taxi drivers voice, they were stuck in a traffic jam but they were pretty close to the front so he was able to nosey at what was there. "Looks like there's been an accident or summit, I think this is as close as we're gonna get mate." Dan's heart skipped a beat, quickly grabbing his wallet and throwing the man some money he rushed out of the taxi spotting the huge crowd of people stood around something, someone. "Excuse me! Move please!" He tried to shove past the audience to see who or what was causing all the commotion. As he got closer, a foot came into sight. Wearing a very familiar shoe.