The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 16

Dan's Pov

What had I done?!

I had just physically and mentally injured the only person in this world who truly cared about me for who I was. I obviously couldn't just go out and apologize, I mean, I had kicked him. Quite hard, as well.

I threw myself face-down onto my bed, but I didn't cry. I was just beyond crying.

After a few hours of just lying there feeling sorry for myself and Phil, I heard a small thump coming from outside the bedroom.

I knew it was Phil, and I didn't want him to come in and talk to me, so I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. It wasn't too difficult, as I didn't have the energy or motivation to move.

I heard Phil's bedroom door open, then close, but I didn't bother to open my eyes. Eventually I fell into a light sleep, and when I finally woke up it was nearly one in the morning.

It was then that I realized we hadn't fed the hamster in two days. I rushed out to the TV to find the hamster curled up in a tiny ball in his cage, unmoving.

Hamsters are nocturnal, but it was one in the morning, and ours wasn't moving.

I would have no chance of Phil forgiving me if I let the hamster die, so I ran to get the poor animal some food.

I tried for a few minutes to get the thing to get up, but eventually I just resorted to shoving the food in his face and hoping he could smell it. I sighed in relief as I heard a tiny squeak.

But I knew he was too weak to do anything other than die, which I would rather didn't happen, so I grabbed the creature out of its cage, threw a jacket on and rushed out to get a taxi to the closest vet possible.

It took about twenty minutes of extreme panicking (at the disco) to get to the vet, but when we finally arrived I ran out of the vehicle up to the doors of the vets, only to realize it was closed until 8:00am the next day.

Still not feeling defeated, I sat down on the cold pavement of the parking lot, stuffing the still-unmoving hamster into my coat in the process to make sure it kept warm.

After three hours of sitting there doing nothing I decided I should call Phil to explain and apologize for what I had done.

After all, I had plenty of time on my hands.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled his number, then sat back against the wall behind me to wait.

He picked up on the third ring with a tired sounding "hello?"

"Hey", I said. "It's Dan. I-"

The line went blank. He had hung up on me.

Phil's Pov

I had gotten up a little while ago and Dan was no where to be seen. I had searched the whole flat, and he hadn't even left a note.

Plus, the hamster was gone.

Just then I heard my phone ringing, and I rushed to pick it up.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey," said the voice on the other end. "It's Dan, I-"

Then my phone ran out of battery, instantly ending the call.

I began looking for my charger, then remembered I had broken it. So I looked for Dan's charger, then remembered he hid it because he didn't trust me not to break it.

I sat down in the couch with a sigh and turned on the TV.

Wherever Dan was, and whatever he was doing, there was nothing I could do.

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Sorry, short chapter again, but I figured those of you reading would rather a shorter chapter than no chapter at all...

May you one day realize that Dan would never actually shove a hamster up Phil's ass