Phil's P.O.V

as soon as i heard the door open i shut my laptop and i ran into the kitchen before he could see me. i pretended to be busy making a sandwich so if dan came in i had an excuse not to turn around.

Third Person P.O.V

phil? i'm back. where are you? dan asked. oh i'm just in the kitchen making a snack. phil tried to make his voice as strong as possible but his voice still cracked every few syllables. dan slid off his shoes and started walking towards the lounge when he heard a crash come from the kitchen. shit! phil! are you alright?! what happened?! dan questioned, running to the kitchen .

Dans P.O.V

i walked into the kitchen to see phil kneeling a shattered plate. his eyes were bright read and he was shaking. i'm so sorry dan. i'm so fucking sorry. when he said sorry the last time his voice was weak and tears were streaming down his face. i ran over and helped phil up and lead him to the dining table. he sat down and i walked back to the kitchen to clean up the shattered plate. then i started to make tea.

Phil's P.O.V

i couldn't stop crying. every emotion i've been holding in for the past three years just came out. i felt bad. dan was sitting there cleaning up the mess i had made. i knew he was going to try to comfort me and ask me what was right but i just couldn't tell him. i couldn't let him take care of me. i am phil lester and it is my job to take care of my friends and dan, my best friend is not going to be taking care of me. he needs to help himself and i need to help him get over his dads death. i. cannot. add. to. his. problems. i. can't. do. that. to him.