What a Catch - Phan

Moving away

A.N: Yayy over 500 reads ^.^

Phil's POV

I heard the man leave. I couldn't recognise the voice. I was sure that I had heard the voice before, I just didn't know where from. Only a minute or so after the man had left I felt Dan's hand on my shoulder, shaking it gently, the heat of it radiating on to me soothingly.

"Phil? Phil are you awake?..." I heard his voice say quietly. He sounded genuinely worried for me... But after what I had just heard... He was most likely pretending, lying to me. It's not as if it would be the first time that he had lied to my face anyway. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, my body as limp and motionless as I could make it; I wasn't giving in to him that easily. I held in a yelp as he clasped his hand a little tighter on my shoulder, applying more pressure to a bruise that I could only imagine I got from when I had fallen after the mysterious man punched me and knocked me out. I desperately tried to think back to the moment. I had been swivelled round, but it was all over in a flash. A glimpse. Brown hair, tan skin. Kind of like Dan when he was younger. But... It couldn't have been Dan. He had been here all along. PJ and I would have seen if he had left, and he definitely hadn't. No, it wasn't him. Could it have been his brother? Actually, did he even have a brother? He was always very sensitive bout family matters. I had never met them properly. A quick 'hello' when I came to see Dan, maybe an occasional smile if we saw each other in town, but we would never go past that. Every time I asked Dan about inviting them over for Christmas or for a Sunday lunch, he declined the idea immediately and claimed that he had a video to film or edit, or he was going out that day, as if he was purposefully trying to keep me from meeting them. Now I guess I knew why. That still didn't excuse what he said, and he didn't have to keep pretending to me that he did love me, leading me on like he was my master and I was the adoring slave. I felt his hand grip mine, his thumb running over my knuckles, massaging them soothingly. I felt a warm, wet drip of water land on my hand in a dainty splatter.

"I'm so sorry." Dan whispered, and kissed my hand. "So, so sorry." I felt bad. He thought that I couldn't hear him. As far as he knew I was still knocked out, oblivious to what had previously happened. I felt another drop land on my knuckles and slowly fluttered my eyes open. I squeezed his hand softly, curling my fingers over his to let him know that I was awake and he dropped my hand before gently stroking my fringe out of my face. Dan's eyes were revealed, rich and smooth in colour like melted chocolate. The eyes that I had fallen in love with all those years ago. No I told myself sternly. He doesn't love you. He loves Hannah. He said so. He kissed Hannah. You saw it. Dan's face lit up once he saw me, a smile creeping on to his face, his dimple appearing. His finger was still lingering on my temple, my fringe resting on it, aside from a few strands that he couldn't keep out of my face. I gave him a weak smile, glad that he was happy.

"Hey." I whispered, locking my blue eyes with his brown orbs. Suddenly he slid his hand round the back of my neck and kissed me.

For a second, it was just like all times. We would be cuddling on the sofa after watching a movie, or have just filmed a joint video, and we would kiss, exactly like we were now. They were my favourite times because they made me feel the happiest, knowing that my life wasn't all that bad. Me and him against the world. Dan and Phil, saving the internet from all evil. Well, as much as we could anyway.

Then I remembered what he said, and I abruptly pulled away. He dropped his hand from my neck and twiddled his thumbs on his lap.

It took a moment for me to actually process what had just happened. The shock must have registered rather obviously on my face because Dan looked really guilty.

"I'm sorry." He murmured awkwardly, not making eye contact with me and instead shifting his gaze so that he was looking at the ground. "I just really missed you, okay? I couldn't help it... I don't know... It was instinctive... Fuck I'm sorry... It won't happen again." It was then that I realised he was being sincere, and he wasn't actually lying. I still didn't really know what to think of it. I had missed him too, of course. There hadn't been a day that had gone past without me thinking about him, not a video or a broadcast or a tweet or a post that I had missed. But now he was here... Had it really all been worth it?