I sighed as a knock at the door filled the walls of the flat. I stood up, my legs wobbling from the tired ache of my sobbing. I walked over to the door and slowly turned the brass knob only to be met with a face that I never thought I'd see again.
"Y/N. I wanted to say I'm sorry." He had flowers and a look on his face I couldn't deny.
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Oh what do I do? What do I do?!
I paced around my hospital room staring at my body. It's the weirdest thing, to look at yourself in these kinds of conditions. To see your body lifeless. To see yourself pale and useless, laying in this worthless state.
I wondered to myself what I could do to wake up. I had to do something. Just what did I have to do. It's not like I could goo-oh that's an idea.
I picked up my phone-oh it fell through my hand. Shit. Looks like the internet can't help me here. I sigh and sit on my bed. That's it!! I laid in the position that my body was in, closed my eyes and hoped for the best.
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My phone rang.
I woke up and rubbed my eyes even if it was 11:30.
"Hello?" I said groggily.
"Hello. Is this Phil Lester? This is the Hospital of Manchester. We have Daniel Howell here awake. We tried to contact the first person but she didn't answer her phone."
"Okay I'll be right there." I hung up and made myself coffee, packed my duffle bag and headed over in a cab.
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I walked into the building to find Dan waiting for me. "Where's Y/N?" I was surprised that was the first thing out of his mouth. I was going to answer when he answered for me. "Oh wait. You wouldn't know because you left her. Miserable and alone. She came to me while I was in my coma. I heard her. I don't know who you are Phillip, but I don't like who this is. I just wanna go home." He started walking as I signed him discharge.
We didn't talk the entire way home. We looked separate ways, so I pulled out my phone and pulled up Instagram. The first picture was of Y/N and Mark. They were kissing in LA.
Love this guy so much, kisses Mark, thanks for making me so happy😍❤️
Shit. This is why she didn't answer the hospital.
P:what happened? I see you and Mark are a thing.
Y/N: This number has blocked you from any calls and services. Please contact your phone company for more information.
I put my phone down and sighed. She's blocked me. I wonder if she's blocked Dan. I wonder what he's gonna do when he finds out.
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We got to the flat and Dan immediately went to his room and locked his door. I went to my room and unpacked everything. I got the coffee pot going in the kitchen as I sat in the lounge and put on a random music channel. I wasn't really listening, I just needed sound to distract me from my thoughts. I warmed up a crumpet and poured some coffee into a mug and just sat in the lounge looking at Y/N's Instagram.
Her and Mark at the beach, her and Mark kissing in the rain. This girl had completely left London for good. Her twitter was full of tweets about how she feels her life has changed for the better. Her Snapchat story is her pranking him or her and him playing video games. She had left.
Dan emerged from the hallway.
"Where's Y/N. Can you text or call her because I want her to see me. I want to see her. I want to see her happy."
"She is happy Dan."
"No she's not Phil."
"Dan-"
"How could you know that?"
"Because Dan, she left...she's not in London anymore. She's gone now." he stared at me. His face fell. I showed him everything and later that night we talked about everything that happened after he got hit. I told him how I was sorry and that I'd give him any time he needed.
He didn't need time, he needed her.