*Casey's P.O.V*

I knew today would be a bad day for my anxiety. From the moment I woke up, I could feel it in my chest. I tried to ignore it, though. I've been dealing with this for, like, six years now, I should be able to not let it ruin my day.

On another note, I'm still staying at Dan and Phil's. In fact, as of today, it's been a full week since I "moved in" I guess you could say. Joe hasn't spoken to me at all. He hasn't tried to apologise, he hasn't tried to call me or text me or anything. I've sent him a couple of texts and I know he's read them but he hasn't replied to any of them. It's like I don't exist to him anymore. I'm terrified that we're going to end up like those siblings who get into one big argument and then don't end up speaking for, like, thirty years or something. I keep having to try and reassure myself that it won't come to that, but I can't help but fear the worst.

Anyways, I got off the sofa bed and I wasn't in the mood the get dressed "properly" so I just threw on my Rolling Stones Blue & Lonesome t-shirt, a pair of black leggings, a pair of rainbow unicorn cat ankle socks and chucked my hair into a bun before I was somewhat decent looking.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen where I found Dan. His face lit up when he saw me but before he could say anything I just walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his middle.

"Hello." He chuckled, immediately hugging me back.

"Hi." I mumbled, hiding my face in his chest. I felt safe in Dan's warm embrace and it helped calm me down.

"What's this for?" He asked and I simply shrugged, "Are you okay?" He pulled away to look at me, concern pooling his chocolate coloured orbs.

"Yeah," I sighed, "Just stressed." This wasn't the first time this week that my anxiety had been a bit all over the place and so now Dan knew exactly what "stressed" meant.

"Well, we don't have anything planned so why don't we just cuddle and watch movies all day?" He suggested, taking both my hands in his and squeezing them affectionately.

"I'd like that." I smiled as he pulled me back into his arms and my head was once again placed on his chest.

"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice with a hint of a northern accent caused both Dan and I to look up and see Phil stood in the kitchen doorway. Why does Phil always interrupt our kitchen moments?!

"No, it's okay," I smiled, "Good morning."

"Morning." Phil answered with a grin.

"Case and I are having a movie day, will you be joining us?" Dan questioned his raven haired friend.

"I'd love to, however I'm meeting Martyn for lunch in a couple hours." Phil replied, referring to his older brother, Martyn.

"Oh, well, you can always join us when you get back." I said.

"That I can." He beamed. We all had breakfast and then before long, Phil was getting ready to go out.

"Have fun with your brother." I said as Phil was tying up his shoe laces.

"And you two have fun here, but not too much fun." He winked and I laughed, rolling my eyes at him.

"BYE DAN!" Phil screamed so Dan could hear from the kitchen, where he was getting us snacks for our movie marathon.

"BYE!" Dan's voice could be heard screaming back.

"See ya, Case." Phil told me with a chuckle.

"Bye, Philip." I giggled before he left.

"Right," Dan then walked in carrying two bowls of popcorn, a tube of Sour Cream & Onion Pringles, several packets of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and two bottles of Coke, "What movie are we watching first?"

"Jesus Christ, Dan." I laughed, getting up to help him with everything. I'm surprised he didn't drop it all on the way from the kitchen.

"So, what movie?" He asked again as we set the food down on the coffee table and flopped down on the sofa.

"Titanic?" I asked hopefully, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he put the film on. As we got comfy on the sofa, a breeze ran through the room and I shivered.

"Cold?" Dan asked with a chuckle.

"A little."

"Here, put this on." He grabbed the hoodie that was draped over the back of the sofa, which happened to be his red Manchester University hoodie.

"Thanks." I smiled, taking it and pulling it over my head, loving that it smelt like Dan.

"What?" I turned to Dan when I heard him giggle.

"Nothing, you just look so tiny in my jumper." He laughed. It did kinda swallow me up and I was taking sweater paws to a whole new level.

"Shut up," I playfully glared at him, giving him a gentle shove.

"It's okay, you look cute." He smirked, causing me to blush.

"Yeah, whatever. You don't even deserve this hoodie. I mean, you went to uni for what, ten minutes?" I teased. It was now Dan's turn to glare.

"I paid a year's worth of tuition fees, I'm entitled to the damn hoodie." He playfully snapped and I laughed, "Hang on, how did you know I dropped out of university?"

"You made a video about it, remember?" I shrugged.

"I made that video, like, three years ago. Have you really been watching my videos for that long?" He asked, a smirk playing on his face.

"Longer, actually... I've been watching you since the first PINOF." I told him honestly, feeling my face turn red.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah... Is that weird?" Had I just made him think I was some crazy, obsessive subscriber or something?

"Weird? Why would it be weird? I've just found out my girlfriend has been supporting me for way longer than I thought. That's awesome." He grinned, dimples on display as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in so my head landed on his head as we watched the movie. About three movies later, I was thirsty but I'd had enough coke so I went to get some plain old water.

"I'll be right back, you carry on watching." I told Dan, pecking him on the lips as I got up.

"Already." He grinned lazily and I gave him a smile of adoration before leaving the room. As I reached the kitchen, my phone started ringing and I fished it out so see it was Zoe.

"Hey, Zo." I said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Case. You alright?"

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm good. Have you heard from Joe?"

"No." My tone of voice went from chirpy to depressed in seconds. As you can probably tell, Zoe knows about my fight with Joe and how I left his place and am now staying with Dan and Phil. She also knows about me and Dan since she's my big sister and I tell her just about everything and needless to say, she was very excited and happy for us when she found out.

"Seriously?" She asked, sounding annoyed.

"Seriously." I sighed.

"That boy really needs to sort himself out. Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe knock some sense into him?"

"Thanks for the offer, Zoe," I began with a halfhearted buckle, "But if he's going to apologise, I want him to do it by himself, not because someone forced him."

"Alright, but let's hope he apologises soon because my patience for him are running low. Honestly, I still can't believe how he treated you. He was totally out of line."

"Yeah, uh, Zoe, I gotta go. Dan and I are watching a movie." I said, trying to hide the shakiness of my voice.

"Ooh, okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'll speak to you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah." I said and we said our goodbyes before hanging up. As I put my phone down on the counter, I could feel my heart thumping and my chest tightening. I tried to take a couple deep breaths as I grabbed a glass and went over to the sink where I filled it with water. However, as I bought the glass to my mouth, the grip of my shaky, sweaty hand wasn't tight enough and the glass slipped, smashing on the floor into a dozen tiny pieces. This only startled me and heightened my anxiety even more. Out of seemingly nowhere, my throat closed up and I found myself struggling to catch my breath. I felt like the oxygen that was supposed to keep me alive was drowning me. I slid down to the floor, unable to hold myself up, but as I did so, my hand ended up landing on one of the shards of glass and it sliced my skin, causing me to yelp out in pain. Seeing the blood trickle down my palm only made me panic more and before I knew it, I was hyperventilating.

"Casey?" Having heard my cry of pain, Dan came running in and his eyes widened as soon as he saw me, "Sh*t, Case." He muttered under his breath, taking action quickly. He opened one of the top cabinets and pulled out a first aid kit before dropping to his knees in front of me, luckily missing any pieces of broken glass. I continued to take in short, sharp breaths as Dan took my injured hand.

"Hey, shh, you're okay. We're gonna get you fixed, alright?" He spoke softly as he cleaned the gash, gently shushing me when I hissed at the stinging sensation of the wipes. He then placed a plaster over the cut and planted a kiss on it, but through it all, I just kept crying and failing to catch my breath.

"D... Dan." I managed to choke out, my chest becoming even tighter. I felt like I was suffocating.

"Hey, c'mon, you're okay." He shifted so that he was sat in front of me on his bum rather than his knees and took both of my hands, "It's okay, love, just breathe."

"I-I ca-can't." I gasped.

"Yes you can, look, just focus on me, alright?" He continued but I just shook my head and covered my face with my hands.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, babe." He gently instructed and I slowly looked up at him as he took my hands once again, "Just copy me, okay? Deep breaths, in and out, yeah?" I tried my best to copy Dan and eventually, my breathing evened out but I was still a sobbing mess. Dan moved so he was sat next to me instead on in front of me and pulled me into his chest.

"Shh, you're alright, I've got you. I'm here now." He whispered, pressing his lips to my temple as he slowly rocked me back and forth. Being in Dan's arms made me feel safe like they always did and after what felt like ages of Dan holding me close and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I managed to calm myself down enough so that my hysterical sobs turned into small sniffles and whimpers.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Dan asked, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I don't know," I sighed, pulling away so we could look at each other, "I think it's just everything with Joe, I mean why hasn't he reached out to me? It's like he doesn't even care about me anymore."

"You know that's not true, Case."

"Then why hasn't he tried to talk to me?" I snapped, instantly regretting it when I saw hurt flash across his face, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped."

"It's okay." He gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand.

"I just... What if he never speaks to me again? What will he do when he finds out about us? The whole reason we had that stupid fight was because he thought you and I were seeing each other behind his back and now that we actually are together... What if he thinks everything he accused me of is true and we're back to square one?" As I started to ramble, tears filled my eyes and I felt myself getting anxious again.

"Hey, hey, calm down, you don't want to work yourself up again, do you?" Dan immediately noticed I was getting upset again and wrapped his arms around me.

"I just want my brother back." I whimpered.

"Hey, come on, don't cry. It's only been a week, that's not that long and I know this doesn't help, but whatever happens, I'll be right here for you." He ran his fingers through my hair while he let me silently cry into his chest. Ten minutes or so later, I'd cried myself dry and we finally decided to get up off the floor.

"I need to clean up this glass, what do you wanna do?" Dan asked me as he helped me up.

"I can do it Dan, I was the one that made the mess." I said, my voice raspy from crying so much.

"No, no, I'll do it." He insisted, "And I won't take no for an answer."

"Fine." I laughed at his stubbornness, hopping up to sit on the counter, "But I'm not leaving."

"That's fine with me." He chuckled, grabbing a broom and a pan before sweeping all the broken glass up and putting it in the bin.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, biting my lip and looking down as Dan came over and stood between my legs.

"Why are you sorry?" He frowned.

"For everything that just happened, for worrying you, for breaking the glass." I mumbled. Dan gently grabbed my chin and lifted it so I was forced to look at him.

"Don't you dare apologise for something that wasn't your fault. Yeah, I was worried, but what sort of boyfriend would I be in I wasn't? And don't worry about the glass, we've got loads." He told me.

"Thank you for helping me and for handling it so well." I smiled, knowing that this was the first time Dan had ever had to deal with someone having something like a panic attack.

"I don't know if I would say I handled it that well... I just did what felt right." He shrugged.

"Well, you were amazing. You always are."

"No, Casey, that's Phil." Dan joked.

"Shut up and kiss me, you dick." I laughed and so did he as he cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine.