Phil had never regretted anything so much in his life.

But he needed answers...So here he was.

The silence was utterly deafening as he sat smartly on the made up bed and waited patiently in the darkness. He must have checked the provided alarm clock at least fifty times whilst waiting for the woman who had ruined his relationship to show up. She was already about an hour late and he was getting sick of being in the small hotel room. There was nothing wrong with the room of course. The room was relatively clean and the furniture wasn't horrible but actually quite modern and respectable. It was just the thought...The thought that his boyfriend (if he was even that anymore) could have been someplace like this, maybe even this hotel, maybe even this damn room and willingly...Well, he just didn't want to think about it. It made his stomach churn uncomfortably. Running a hand through his already messed up hair he resisted the urge to start pacing up and down the room.

Suddenly the door handle rattled as someone tried to open the locked door and eventually a voice followed

'It's rude to invite someone over and then lock them out handsome'

It was her.

Standing abruptly he made his way over to the door. His hand hovered above the lock as he took a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it enough for her to slip in but not enough so that he could be seen by the dimmed light in the outside corridor. Once she was inside he quickly shut the door and locked it, releasing the breath he hadn't even realised he was holding. Turning his attention to the younger woman he watched as she eyed him cautiously before beginning with her usual flirtatious banter.

'So, ready for round two?'

Phil remained silent as he realised that she couldn't tell him and Dan apart in the darkness. He supposed it wasn't really that surprising giving the similar traits they shared such as hairstyles, height etc. but nonetheless he had expected her to at least realise that this whole situation was a little suspicious. Especially in her kind of work. He remained quiet as he watched her. Obviously he had better eyesight in the dark than her as he watched her reach out blindly towards him and clutch the front of his shirt.

'Damn it. I can't see a thing in this darkness.'

Her free hand began sliding around on the wall searching for a light switch. Phil grabbed her wrist and dragged it away from the wall to prevent her from finding it and revealing who she was actually dealing with. She however took this gesture in a completely different way

'Oh you wanna do it in the dark this time? Bit of a kink for you is it? Make you feel dirty?'

She replied seductively, bringing her caught arm to caress up and down Phil's torso. The first thought to Phil's mind was 'A kink of Dan's? He's terrified of the dark. She doesn't know him at all.' His train of thought was cut off immediately when she tugged him downwards with her hand at the back of his neck to attach her lips to his.

His eyes widened in shock from the contact but he tried to relax into it and kiss her back. It felt different. Strange even. After having such a perfect kiss with Dan and comparing it with this hungry and empty kiss made him feel sick and dirty. But Dan had done this to him so why shouldn't he do it right back? Why shouldn't Phil just use this woman the way he had and then not tell him. Let her tell him the truth like she had told Phil...

But of course that wasn't who Phil was. He respected himself and everyone else around him too much to do something so cruel. No matter how much they'd hurt him. He ripped his mouth away from hers

'Stop' He hisses.

The woman stiffens and steps back instantly falling backwards onto the mattress when the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Phil turns and flicks the lights on, bathing them both in the same murky light out in the hotel corridor. She instantly frowns upon seeing him and squints her eyes suspiciously at him.

'Not to point out the obvious...But you're not Dan'

'No. I'm not.'

Her frown deepens for a moment before being replaced by her rehearsed teasing smile.

'Well I did offer my services to you yesterday. Providing you have the money of course...'

Phil the reached into his jeans back pocket and pulled out a decent sized wad of notes. Her eyes instantly lit up and she all but jumped up from her position on the bed and stalked towards him, her eyes never leaving the money.

'Now we're talking'

She reached an outstretched hand towards the paper but blinked harshly in confusion as Phil withdrew the money and placed it back into his pocket.

'No, but we will be if you want the money.'

The prostitutes brow furrowed impatiently and she folded her arms

'I'm sorry, what?'

'Talking. I need answers and you want money. Seems like a reasonable deal to me'

'That's not the kind of service I offer sweetie as I'm sure your boyfriends told you. I'm a prostitute not a therapist or your fairy god mother'

Silence followed after her statement and both stared each other down until Phil smirked slightly and casually replied

'How much do you usually get paid for your...services?'

The prostitute looked taken aback by this sudden question and became defensive

'I don't see how that's any of your-'

'How much?'

Phil interrupted harshly, glaring. Her gaze never faltered as she responded cautiously

'Give or take a hundred, why?'

Phil pulled out the money again, observing as her eyes lit up with interest once more. He waved casually in front of her face.

'There's about four hundred there. Are you really gonna pass up talking to me for an hour for that kind of money?'

Her gaze was ripped away from the money momentarily at the mention of how much there was. As she stared in surprise at Phil she said incredulously

'You'd really pay that much? Just to talk?'

'Well if you don't want it-'

She snatched at the money, glaring when Phil pulled his hand away again. Eventually she rolled her eyes

'I never said that now did I?'

She walked away and perched herself on the edge of the bed assessing Phil for a moment before finally sighing and patting the empty space beside her

'Well out with your damned questions then. You have an hour and then I expect my money'

Phil hesitated before slowly moving towards the space beside her and filling it. He made sure to put a certain amount of distance between them to send her a message that he wasn't comfortable with her or the situation. Her gaze lingered on him warily and she raised an eyebrow in question as she waited. Phil had spent hours last night thinking of what to say to her but now that she was here in the flesh, he was struggling to think properly. Did he really want to know all the gory details of how Dan had cheated (even if it technically wasn't cheating it was as good as). He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking.

'I-' He hesitated.

'Is this the first time?'

'If you're asking me if this is the first time he's cheated on you then I couldn't tell you sweetie'

At seeing his crestfallen face the prostitute felt a pang of guilt and quickly added on

'If you meant have we done it before then no. I've never seen him prowling around for or with anyone else in my, ah, line of profession either. If it helps...He doesn't seem like the type to do this kind of thing really'

This reply seemed to have the desired effect as the heartbreak slipped from his expression slightly. She almost smiled at the tiny smile which graced his face but reminded herself that he was practically blackmailing her into answering his questions so she kept her solemn expression firm.

After a brief silence Phil speaks up again

'Did he..Mention me at all?'

'Only when he moaned your name out during sex'

This statement made Phil both sick and confusedly happy. At least he was thinking of him...Even if it was whilst he was doing the worst possible thing ever. Phil hesitated before asking another question.

'Did he...Seek you out?'

'No. We..."met" at a bar'

Phil tilted his his head to the side in confusion and gestured for her to continue. She sighed before carrying on

'He was sat alone drinking and looked like a kicked puppy. I noticed him looking at me so I flirted with him. At first he seemed completely repulsed by my advances but then suddenly had a mood switch'

She paused to bite her lip in concentration for a second before adding

'I think it was cause I suggested he was gay'

Phil closed his eyes for a second to take everything in. Dan had rejected her at first...Phil wished she hadn't implied Dan wasn't straight. He remembered how badly he reacted to that sort of thing especially when the whole 'Phan' thing had gotten out of control a few years ago. But still that was no reason to go and sleep with a prostitute just to prove a point. If that was what he was even doing. Phil cleared his throat as he cautiously questioned

'Then what?'

She frowned pityingly towards phil before answering

'Are all the gory details really gonna make you feel any better?'

'They might.'

She rolled her eyes and promptly stood up, brushing her clothes down and straightening them out. She looked up to find Phil staring at her and waiting for a response. She sighed exasperatedly and stated

'Look, we danced, we kissed, we fucked and then I took most of his money in the morning and left him with little more than a few notes. Is that what you wanted to hear?!'

Phil buried his hands and then grabbed at his hair in frustration, replying in a harsh thick voice

'Do you really think that's what I wanted to hear?! I just want the truth and I obviously can't trust him enough to believe him so I've got nothing to lose listening to you have I?!'

He let out a body shaking sob and dug his nail into his palms in an attempt to calm himself down. He hated this, having to take a chance on a complete stranger who could have been dangerous for all he knew just because he couldn't believe that the supposed love of his life told him. He just wanted to go back to how it was before he found out. More than anything.

'I just love him so much and I don't know what to believe anymore'

The woman opened her mouth as if to say something but shut it quickly, biting her lip. She perched herself back on the bed and carefully placed a hand sympathetically on his shoulder. However this gesture just caused the sobbing to become worse which made her rub small, comforting circles on his back to calm the hysterical boy.

'Look I know it's not much consolation...But he obviously cares a lot about you to go to the extent he did to keep this from you...And from what I've seen he loves you back...Everyone makes mistakes in life and your boyfriend has obviously made a huge one...But he regrets it right?'

Phil sniffed, still not looking up

'I think so...But it doesn't change the fact he lied about it...I know we weren't technically together...But I told him how I felt and I...I don't know'

A sudden realisation hit her and she blurted out

'He was out drinking because you told him how you felt, wasn't he?'

'I think so'

Guilt suddenly overwhelmed the younger woman and she inhaled deeply. Dan was confused about his feelings for Phil and after her suggesting he was gay, he must have reacted in anger and fear by sleeping with her. She began sadly biting her nail. Usually this sort of thing didn't effect her but she never usually had to see the aftermath of the things she had done. The relationships she had ruined.

'...I'm sorry'

Phil looked up at this statement and swallowed hard.

'What?'

'I'm sorry...For everything...Sorry for sleeping with Dan, sorry for causing a scene, sorry for ruining your relationship, just...Everything.'

Phil watched her swallow back her own guilty tears and look away from him. He smiled weakly towards her and practically whispered

'Thank you'

She brought her gaze back to his and gave him a small smile of her own. The silence stretched out for a while, neither of them wanting to break the blissful peace which had formed. Suddenly the woman's phone began blaring out music as she fumbled in her pocket to turn it off

They break me down I can't block the sound So I turn to the one thing I know will not let me down People don't think to ask whats wrong I stop and go to the beat of the broken flow in blood

Awkwardly she hit the end call button and slid the phone back into her pocket without saying a word. A few moments more and she finally quietly spoke

'I have to go'

Phil nodded in understanding and they simultaneously stood. She begins to walk towards the door but Phil grabs her arm to stop her

'Wait! I promised you this money for your time'

He shoved the wad of notes which were previously tucked in his back pocket into her hands. She looked at them for a moment before pressing them back into his hands.

'I can't take this. It wouldn't be right...After everything I've done I think this conversation will be free of charge'

She smiled tightly at the surprised look on his face and slipped out of his grasp. When her hand was on the door handle he called out

'What's your name?'

'We're...Not really supposed to say...'

'...Please...'

She paused before replying hesitantly

'My names Charlotte'

Phil smiled brightly towards her

'Well Charlotte I think you're a nice person really. I don't know your circumstances or anything...But I think you deserve a better life than all...This'

He gestured towards the hotel room implying her line of work. She stared at him and smiled her sadly back at him, opening the door. He walked past her but stopped to give her the money once more, insisting she have it.

'You need it more than I do.'

And with that he walked swiftly past her, ignoring her protests and calls for him to come back. The last thing he says before turning round the corner is

'Thanks for the chat, Charlotte!'

And with that he was gone.

Charlotte fondles the money checking the amount. 'Four hundred...Just like he said' She smiles gratefully and wishes she had someone as wonderful as Phil in her life to fall in love with. 'Dan's one lucky man...I just hope they can work things out'

With those final thoughts she walks down the corridor and out into the cold night and back into the harsh world of reality where everything is about money and the only way she knows how to make it is through the ways of being a street walker. She leans against the wall and breathes in the cold air before a dark stranger walks up to her

'Hey sweetheart. How much for an hour?'

His rough voice gives the woman the chills. She looks at him for a few seconds in consideration before remembering phil's words 'You deserve a better life.' Shaking her head she coldly replies

'Piss off mate. Not interested'

With that she walks off down the street into the night, smiling.

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AN: Hey guys...Hope this was okay and my apologies for no Dan this chapter. Also sorry for the late update...Unfortunately yesterday my Grandma passed away after having a stroke so this was story's chapter was literally my escape from reality for a while so I apologise also for any errors (I cried a little writing and stuff) and anything not making sense (point it out to me and I'll correct it) WARNING FOR NEXT CHAPTER. INCREDIBLY SAD AND HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

I dedicate this chapter to my Grandma whose hopefully watching over me now. Love you Grandma x