This is my first Dan and Phil story so please forgive me if it sucks.

It started with a nightmare.

Now at first I didn't think it was a big deal; just a bad dream that woke me up at 3 in the morning, sweating and breathing heavily. The first night I was fast asleep again within 30 minutes but then when it happened the second night, I started getting a little freaked out. The same nightmares two nights in row could not be a coincidence. But I still didn't think too much about it. But then when it happened the third night, the fourth night and then the fifth night I stayed awake for hours, shaking, as the nightmare repeated itself over and over in my head.

I kept seeing her. Emily. The girl who loved me but I couldn't love her back. The night she told me how much she loved me was the night I broke her heart and told her we couldn't be together. I didn't tell her why, but eventually she figured out that I had fallen in love with someone else. She called me horrible names and said she wouldn't stop until I felt the pain that she felt. I never saw her again.

I moved on with my life though. After I met Phil, I started Youtube, I moved to London. To be honest her name never floated into my mind for seven years. Until the nightmares began. I kept seeing her face. Her deep brown eyes that I once knew were now black holes. Fire was surrounding her as she walked toward me repeating the same promise she made all those years ago. "I promise I won't stop until I take everything from you."

My everything was Phil. And in those dreams, she kills him.

After she says those words she turns around and suddenly he's there behind her. He is on the ground shaking with cuts and bruises all over his body and I don't even know how he got them. He looks up at Emily as she walks over to him and pulls out a knife. I see his blue eyes look up at her with fear and then without a pause she stabs him right in the heart.

I wake up after that part. I am sweating all over and shaking uncontrollably. For the next few hours I lie there trying to get my body to calm down but my heart is still racing faster and faster. This has now happened five nights in a row. I'm starting to get really scared.

On the fifth night I woke up screaming. Nearly three long seconds later Phil came barging in.

"Dan are you okay?" he asked as he stood in the doorway. I couldn't look at him after what I kept seeing so I just nodded. But I was still shaking and holding back a few tears so I don't think he bought it. Phil came further into the room.

"Are you sure? Did you have a nightmare?" His voice sounded like he was very worried but I still couldn't look at him so I just shook my head again. He then walked over and sat on the edge of bed next to me. I just stared straight ahead.

"Dan you are starting to worry me, are you okay?" Phil sounded desperate. I still couldn't look at him. "Dan!" he reached out and turned my head so my eyes met his. His eyes were so blue I nearly forgot about everything when I was looking at them. "Dan!" Phil snapped me out of my trance. I blinked a few times and looked away shaking my head.

"Dan you are really scaring me, what's wrong?" Phil's face looked so sad I almost wanted to tell him what was wrong. But instead I just said,

"I just had a bad dream that's all."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "It's too scary, I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you sure? Sometimes talking helps."

Talking will never help me get over the fact that Phil has now died in my dreams five nights in a row. I suddenly started crying.

"Dan it's okay, it was just a nightmare," Phil put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. At that moment I just wanted to freeze time so I could stay in his arms forever. But I just cried. I just cried instead of telling Phil how I really felt about him.

For the next few minutes I just cried into Phil's shoulder while he rubbed my back and whispered comforting words. After that he pulled away and cupped my face in his hands.

"Would you like me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" he asked. I nodded. I laid back down and he pulled the covers up to my chin. He held my hand for the next ten minutes as I closed my eyes and tried to push the nightmare out of my head. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I felt Phil's hand leave mine and heard soft footsteps leaving the room and then the door shut. My hand closed around air and I suddenly realized how much I wished that he was still here. A few more tears escaped from my eyes as the nightmare returned to my head. Phil was the reason I left Emily. What if she blamed him? What if she decides to kill my best friend and secret love just to fulfill the promise she made six years ago?

It was just a dream, it was just a dream.

Then why did the thought of it terrify me so much?

Hi! So this is a story I just thought up at 3 in the morning so I'm sorry if it's short and bad. Also I don't exactly know what should happen next so please leave a review if you have any ideas.

Thank you for reading my first phanfic.