control ;; phan

okay

-phil's pov-
~*~
i gulped, beads of sweat
apparent on my forehead.
the grey outline of the airport
shook me for some reason.
i was scared.
"we'll be okay, won't we, dan?"
"of course we will."
despite his words of comfort,
my mind still flooded with fear.
worry washed over me,
doubt eating away at my mind.
what if things didn't turn out
okay?
what would happen then?
would i lose dan forever?
i bit my lip, almost drawing blood.
feeling dan's hand take mine, i
smiled, my fears fading away.
for that moment, i felt safe.
there was something about being
held or touched by dan in any way
that brought a feeling of security
and tranquility.
once checked in and through security,
we had found a small café to sit in
until the flight.
i allowed my head to rest on his
shoulder, his lips pressing gentle
kisses to my forehead from time
to time.
slowly, my eyes began to close,
the bitter, yet homely aroma of the coffee
hitting my senses; the quiet bustle of
the shop almost soothing me.
as i began drifting to sleep,
i felt dan's grip on my hand tighten
and jolted upright.
"dan, what's wrong?"
he seemed worried, his face pale.
"dan, please, what happened?"
he toyed with his phone in
his other hand.
i stared, puzzled.
"it- it's nothing, don't worry.
look, our gate's up, let's go."
dan got up in a rush, panic still
etched upon his face.
concerned, i lifted my bag
and followed.
what had gotten into him?
i trailed behind him as we walked
though the airport, watching as he
glanced at his phone from time to time.
"there's the gate," i heard him say.
"we're boarding in 5 minutes."
i stopped abruptly.
"dan, tell me what's wrong. why are
you behaving so- so off?"
his eyes darted around the room,
trying not to make contact with my
own.
"phil, it's nothing, don't worry about it!"
"daniel james howell, tell me what is
happening. now."
"phil, i-"
he was cut off by the 'ping!' sound of my phone.
"phil, i wouldn't-"
"it's just a text, dan - relax."
i slid the phone out of my pocket,
and unlocked it.
"please, phil-"
the phone slid out my hand.
"this- this can't be happening. dan,
this can't be happening."
tears threatened to fall as i stared at
the spot where my phone had landed.
"this cannot be happening..."
i stumbled backwards, leaving dan to
retrieve the phone.
"oh, phil-"
"we need to get out of here, dan."
"we're boarding soon, don't worry,
we'll be fine!"
dan brought me into a hug, holding me
tight against his chest.
"it'll be okay, phil. we'll have a new start,
it'll be okay. we'll be okay."
i nodded, sniffing as tears began to
roll down my cheeks.
"we'll be okay," i repeated.
"we'll be okay."