Dans pov

"But Phil, I didn't mean.." I begin, but my boyfriend cuts me of mid explanation.

"Dont you dare 'but Phil me'," he shouts, glaring at me with a hatred ive never seen before, " it won't work this time, im sick of your crappy explanations: but Phil this, but Phil that. Im fed up Dan! You dont seem to take this relationship seriously. You always treat me as inferior and ive had enough!" He's practically screaming now, his voice filled with anger and hurt. With that, he turns and stormed out of the room, practically ripping the door from its hinges as he slams it in my face. "Im going for a walk" I hear him shout over his shoulder, "dont you DARE try to follow me" he snarls, " im not in the mood for another pathetic explanation." 

Knowing that it would be no use following him (unless I wanted to anger him further, which I did not) I slouch down onto the sofa. I just sit and stare at the wall for a few minutes, trying to process what had just happened. After a while I begin to realise that I am sobbing, big, clumsy sobs that wrack my whole body. I cant believe what just happened, Phil walked out. Phil walked out on ME. 

Phil's pov

I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I head straight for the front door, hoping a walk would help me clear my head. "Im going for i walk" I shout and then add "dont you DARE try to follow me, im not in the mood for another pathetic explanation." I couldn't deal with Dan right now. I knew if he apologized with those big brown puppy eyes that there would be no way for me to resist. No, I want him to simmer for a while. I will go back eventually, of course, I would just let him stew for a few hours. Besides, I need some time to myself. Me and Dan are practically joined at the hip and its actually kinda tiring having him around all the time, tbh. I mean, I love Dan and all but sometimes you need some time to breath, if you know what im saying. 

After a few hours of exploring some cute little shops in London, I begin to feel an aching feeling in my chest. At first it was unnoticeable, but gradually it got worse and worse until, now, it was almost unbearable. 'Time to go home and see Dan' I think to myself. 'He's had plenty of time to think'. I go to the counter of the shop i was currently perusing and purchase my gift. I always bring a little trinket back for Dan after we fight and by now we had quite a collection.

Dan's pov

I cry and I cry and I cry until I feel as though I have no more tears left. Then I just sit and shake. It must have been at least two hours since Phil left, he usually  comes back after 10 minutes ; he must be really mad. I cant believe I did that! Im so stupid and now Phil's gone, taking my heart with him. What if he doesnt come back this time? I start to sob again at that thought, burying me head in my arms. 

Phil's pov

I return home and begin to unlock the door when I hear sobbing from inside. Was Dan crying? Dan never usually gets upset when we argue, a fact that constantly annoyed me. I must of REALLY overdone it. I rush into our flat and run to the living room where the sobbing is coming from. I see Dan curled up in  a tight ball with his head buried in his legs. 

"Dan? Babe, im so sorry!" I cry rushing over to the shaking ball that was my boyfriend. 

Dan looks up, "Phil?" He asks, his voice croaky from crying, "Phil, you came back!" He smiles up at me through a tear streaked face.

" Of course I did, you dork. You didn't think I was going to leave you, did you?" He looks up, nodding.

"Oh Dan, you silly sausage. Of course I'd never leave you, I love you to much!" I kiss him, wrapping his still shaking body up in my arms. "I really love you Dan, you know that right?" I hug Dan closer to my chest and kiss his beautiful, curly locks. "Even if you are sometimes a daft pineapple" i mutter into his hair.

"I love you too" he whispers, giggling slightly. He places his hand in mine and I squeeze it tightly, smiling down at my beautiful Dan. 

"Hey, I got you a little present while I was out" I say, pulling out the small brown package as I do. He opens it, our fingers still intertwined. Inside is a pretty, blue box. He lifts the lid and there, inside, was a tiny crystal statue of two figures kissing.

"Thank you, its perfect." He smiles at me before pulling me in for a passionate, sweet (if slightly salty), magical, perfect kiss.