Dan and Phil imagines

Last Christmas

I'm alone this Christmas as my family are away on holiday and all my friends are with their family. It's just me. Again. I haven't seen Dan in so long...it's been a couple of months since he just gave up on talking to me. I don't know where he's gone and to be honest, I don't really care. But, boy, I'd love someone to spend my Christmas with.
My favourite Christmas film is on the telly, I have the surround sound on and I'm hugging a nice cup of hot chocolate. As loneliness goes, this is probably the best way to be. Then there's a knock on the door. That's weird.
I climb up from the sofa, encircling myself with my fluffy green blanket, and trudge through the house. I put my mug on the side and open the door slowly, not taking any chances of being stabbed in Christmas Day.
Oh. My. God.
Dan is standing at my door.
I'm glad I put my mug down as, if I still had hold of it, I would have dropped it by now.
"D-D-Dan?" I can't quite place my voice, but it doesn't sound anything like mine. It's almost scary. I sound so distant.
"Merry Christmas," he smiles. It makes me want to throw up seeing him here. I want to punch him. But I want to hug him. I don't know. "I bought you a present."
"Why are you here?"
"I missed you, Y/N." I stifle a nervous laugh which turns into something almost hysterical.
"You missed me?" I spit out. My voice has developed a tone, a strong tone that has passion and anger behind it. It's the scariest I've ever sounded. "You. Missed. Me?"
"Yeah," he knits his hands together, a nervous habit which always meant he was about to say something deep and meaningful. Argh. "I...um...I wanted to see you again, Y/N." I laugh out loud.
"You know what? Six months ago I would have taken you back. Three months? I would have taken you back. A month ago I would have taken you back. Heck, an hour ago I would have taken you back. But now that you're standing here, I see one thing clearly.
"You don't care about anyone but yourself. You had almost a year to contact me! A year to ask if I was okay! But you didn't contact me once...you just left without a word.
"That's so degrading, Dan. You know that? You ruined me. You saunter back here and expect everything to be fine as you want it to be. You've decided that you can just turn up here and everything will go back to the way it was.
"Well, you're wrong. You can't just pretend that everything is okay! I thought you cared about me. I cared about you. But you left me!" I'm sort of crying now. I'm don't care anymore. I'm just a blubbering wreck.
"I don't want you back. I don't want this present. I don't want anything from you because you think you're so much better than everyone else, regardless of how hard they try to make things okay."
"Y/N," he whispers, taking a step closer to the door. He's so much taller than me, so doesn't even have to move as he leans in to kiss me. So many thoughts and memories flood back to me, and my crying stops momentarily. Except I'm not overwhelmed with happiness as I thought I would be, I'm angry. He pulls back and looks at me with that look that 'look at me fixing everything' look.
"It's too late, Dan. It's too late to care about me."
"Don't do this, Y/N. I love you."
"No you don't." And I close the door. I take my glass and I sit on the sofa. I watch my film. I take a breath.
I feel free.