Chapter Eighteen

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I was smiling all the way to the studio. Luckily, Phil hadn't forgotten anything, so he wasn't there. I grabbed my laptop and headed to the store. When I got there, I started to realize that I needed to go home and take a shower. I grabbed a huge container of Nutella and a few small bags of different sweets I knew Gwen hadn't tried. After paying for everything, I took a taxi back to my flat.

As soon as I walked into the apartment, I ran up the stairs and to my room as fast as I could. I was trying to avoid Phil, but I wasn't expecting him to be in the living room.

"Where have you been, Dan?!" he asked in a relieved voice. "I've been calling you for hours." I shot him a glare and ignored him as I continued on towards my bedroom. I grabbed some clothes and then headed to the bathroom, Phil right behind me. "Is she okay? Does she know I'm sorry?" He spouted out questions and didn't stop, even when I slammed the door in his face. I turned up the music on my phone really loud so I could drown him out. I'm not going to go into detail about my showering or getting dressed, but Phil wasn't outside the door when I got out. In fact, he wasn't anywhere in the flat, at least, not where I went. I grabbed the Nutella and sweets and made my way back to Gwen's.

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