-Writers note!-
This is my first ever fanfic! Woo! I'm really nervous about this and I really don't know if it's any good? Leave comments pls guys, I like to chat!
CYAAAAAA
-Chapter One
(Dan's point of view)
Do you ever get that feeling that you're being watched? Literally every move I make I feel is being analysed. I got sleep paralysis in the night when I had the exact feeling. I dreamt that I was asleep in my bed, when a figure stood tall over me. It was wearing a cloak, and had thin, black hair. But it's eyes were black too, I mean, not just the iris was black. The whole of its eye was black. I remember waking up in my dream and being face to face with it. The glimmer from my mac highlighting its sunken, bloody face. Accentuating the wrinkles with every flash. It grew closer and closer to my face. It finally got so close I could smell it's putrid breath, like rotten garbage and off meat. I finally woke up from the dream when Phil shook me hard, shouting for me to wake up. When I came around, the first thing I saw was his crystal blue eyes, so deep that I could swim in them forever. They put me into an almost trance state, calming me with their natural beauty. Almost completely different from the terrifiying ones I dreamt about. I came out of the trance when Phil broke the beautiful silence, his eyes growing with concern, boring into my mine.
"Dan! Oh my God, are you okay? I thought you were dying! What were you dreaming about? All I heard was shouting and moaning, I thought you were being killed!" He throws another 20 questions at me, not taking notice of any of them as I enter the trance again. His words washing over me, cleaning away the fright that was once engraved on my face. I look back at him, noticing that he was only wearing pyjama bottoms. His chest so milky white, yet inviting with its promise of a strong hug and protection. The sunlight streaming from the gap in the curtains, reflecting off his raven hair. Perfectly straightened, with that "just woke up" look. His lips pink and plump, "oh God how I want to kiss them" I think to myself...
"DAN!"
I snap out of the trance state when Phil shouts at me, finally answering some of his many questions, starting with my dream. "Well you know earlier when I told you I felt someone watching me? I had that, only this time I could see it watching. My mac was on standby, so it was flashing, and it grew closer every time the flash went off. I felt it hold me down into my pillow. I swear it touched me! I got so scared, I couldn't move. I tried shouting but no words would come out! I don't know-" before I could even finish Phil had pulled me into the best hug of my life. He casually slung his arms around my waist and cradled me until I calmed down. His touch ignited my skin, bursts of electricity as his arms touched mine. He pulls away after what seems like a life time of perfection. Phil wasn't gay? Was he? No. Of course he isn't. I mean, he is just casual. We are best friends! Of course he hugs me when I'm upset. He wouldn't if he knew my secret though, would he? He wouldn't treat me the same if I told him I was utterly, 100%, painfully in love with him, would he?
I gaze back into his eyes again, looking into them longingly. I notice he is staring into mine too. His arms still around my tanned waist. And before I even know what I'm doing it slips out
"Kiss me, Phil?"
-Authors note!-
So! Tell me what you think! I know it needs a lot of work! All advice is appreciated! Oh and do I carry on with this? I don't even know. Btw don't be nasty about this, I was very nervous about uploading in the first place!
Thank you for reading!
Abs
