In Another Life (Dan and Phil X Reader)

(Author's Note): Sorry in advance for any Feels or upset this might cause. There's some pretty intense stuff in here.

Your alarm clock went off.
You'd set it to the tune of "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" by Fall Out Boy, which was always motivating to wake up to.
But for the past few weeks that you'd been staying with Dan and Phil, you'd never set it. When you were with Dan, you usually woke up as late as you wanted. He didn't care, because he slept in just as late. When you were with Phil, he would shake you awake gently if you were sleeping in too late.
You didn't remember setting your alarm clock last night. So why would it be going off now?
You leaned over and smacked at the snooze button until the music stopped playing. Yawning and stretching, you stood from your bed and looked around your room. It wasn't that early- your clock read 10:30am- and Dan, Phil, or both should've already come in your room to open your curtains and let some light in.

They always did that for you.
Something was wrong.
Your heart pounded as you raced for your door, your panicked mind running through the possible scenarios. Maybe there had been a robbery in the middle of the night and they were kidnapped. Maybe crazy fangirls had snuck in and taken them. Maybe they'd both changed their minds about loving you and decided to leave.
You tried to calm yourself down as you yanked the door open. They'd probably just forgotten to open your curtains. There was no need to worry.

You changed your mind as soon as you stepped out of the room.
You'd grown so accustomed to waking up and going to sit in the lounge as Dan or Phil made you breakfast in the kitchen.
You looked around, walking forward, eyes scanning the horribly familiar living room and kitchen.
But this wasn't Dan and Phil's flat. It was your own house.
You looked around feverishly for one of Phil's house plants. You tried to find the video games that you, Dan, and Phil had left strewn out on the table yesterday. You looked desperately for a sign. Any sign that this wasn't happening, that you were still with Dan and Phil, your heroes, the men you loved, one as a friend and one as more than that.
But it was useless. You were back at home in America, and they were nowhere to be seen.
Could it have all been a dream? It was impossible. You'd been in their flat for weeks. Dreams were short. If you'd met Dan and Phil for a day, you might have believed that it was a dream. But you'd had enough time to get to know them, and fall in love. This was no dream. You refused to believe it.

"Dan? Phil?" you called out feebly. Your voice was shaking. You'd done plenty of crying within the last few days, but it looked like you were about to cry again.
And this time, they weren't here to comfort you or kiss the tears away.
"(Y/N)?" a female voice responded. Your first thought was, Louise. But that was stupid. The voice sounded nothing like Louise. It sounded more like...
She rounded the corner, coming out of her office, and your eyes widened. "No. No, please."
Your mom stood as proud and tall as ever, looking you up and down with her judgmental eyes.
"(Y/N), where have you been?!" she shouted angrily. "You've been missing for weeks. Weeks! Do you know how many times I've called the police? There's basically a country-wide search for you. And now you just show up! Are you kidding me? What did you do, run away?"
"I... I..." You weren't sure how to reply. You hadn't run away, not really, and not by choice. But at least your mom's words confirmed that it hadn't all been a dream. You really had been staying with Dan and Phil for weeks. You opened your mouth to try and figure out a believable answer, but your mom didn't give you a chance.
"And what's the first thing you say when you get home? Is it, 'Hi, Mom, I'm home'? No! You're talking about those YouTubers again. Was it them? Did you run away to find them?"
"Mom, I didn't run away!" you shouted. "I promise! I don't know why I was missing for weeks, and I don't know where I was-" Okay, so that was a small lie. "But I promise it wasn't on purpose! Please! Can you trust me for once?"
Your mom stared at you, eyes calculating and cold as ice.