Dan was lounging in the dim lighted room, sitting on his bed and reading a book about human anatomy. He was tired of trying to find some kind of help from the internet, from people's tricks and tips which he wasn't sure if they were safe to use or even worked.
He had decided to start exploring the dusty looking human anatomy book that had been unused and -touched for God knows how long, in his bookshelf. He thought he might as well try to figure out some easy and fast ways himself by studying the human body. It could be that he would become a doctor after he was done searching, because the last few hours he had been reading the old book, he hadn't found yet any information for his problem. Maybe he was reading the wrong book. Maybe he should buy or borrow a book about psychology after all, since he didn't own one himself.
After two hours, he still hadn't found anything useful from his research and gave up. Maybe he wasn't meant to be thin. Maybe the universe was preventing that from happening somehow. Or at least making him go the hardest way. I guess starving is better than nothing. Even though they were exactly the same thing.
Dan got up and stretched his limbs. They had started to ache from sitting so long in one position. Perhaps he should start his diet by going for a run. Bet there's a park somewhere near their house. He had never really gone much out during his first months in London after he met up with Phil and became his flatmate. He was a bit afraid he might get lost and have to ask some creepy guy to help him get back to the flat and then (s)he would know where he lived.
He could have used the internet on his phone to use a map, but his phone was broken currently, which was terrible for him, because he didn't like missing calls like that. And he definitely wasn't going to bring the huge map of the world they had, with him outside. He probably wouldn't even be able to find the streets of London from it. Only seas and countries.
Dan huffed and ran his hand through the dark brown locks of hair and pushed his fringe that came all the way to his left side of his face, next to his eye, aside for a second. He wandered off to the lounge where he sat heavily onto the sofa. His laptop was placed next to him and he opened the London map from there and tried remember the street names correctly so he could go out and then come back home after the run instead of getting lost.
When he was done with that and dressing up, he yelled to his flatmate Phil that he would be back in a while. Phil came out of his room and gazed Dan up and down in the hallway for a moment.
"Are you going jogging or something? To the gym?" Phil asked bewildered while leaning next to the doorframe.
"Yeah, at the park", Dan answered simply and nodded his head. He then took his keys with him and opened the door, stepping out of the flat.
"See you later!" he quipped before shutting the door behind him and heard Phil say the same back. He run down the stairs, the many, many stairs instead of taking the easy way out, the lift.
Once down he began to run immediately towards the park. It was already getting dark and he didn't like to be alone in the dark, outside even if there were street lights on. He just felt uncomfortable.
An hour or so went by and Dan was breathing his lungs off and glistening lightly with sweat that made his shirt and collage pants stick to his body. He counted how much he had run and came to the conclusion of twelve kilometres. That was pretty good, wasn't it? For him it was at least. He ran back home after calming his breathing a little.
He hit the shower after drinking loads of water, and let the warm water cascade upon his body. He relaxed in it and let his thoughts make him think that he had done something right this time and he was heading in the right direction.
He dried himself off and put on his white, t-shirt and underwear, ready to go in bed even though it was only nine o'clock in the evening. Phil had only just ordered dinner for himself, when Dan told him he wasn't hungry and in a few minutes he would be eating it too. Dan hoped Phil wouldn't leave any leftovers in the fridge, because he wasn't sure if he could handle the temptation to them tomorrow.
He pulled his duvet on him and tried to relax more so he could get some sleep and wished he wouldn't have anymore nightmares now that he obeyed the voices in his head. He hoped they wouldn't torment him this night now that he had done the best he could.
This is also on deviantart, but don't worry I didn't steal it. It's because I am the author of this story in there too. I mean that we are the same person if you know what I mean. If don't believe me, then you can always just ask her/him (because I won't reveal my gender to you yet ;D) about it, and he/she will confirm it, because it's me.
So anyway, I didn't know I could do Phan fiction in here, didn't know it was an option in the categories. But now I have, I hope you enjoyed. I've got more chapters ready.