A/N: Hello! so this is going to be a four part fic that I hope to be updated frequently! I'm enjoying writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it. I know that the youtubers mentioned here are real people and I respect their privacy so this is of course entirely fictional. (I mean I mainly ship Phan as a friendship but they're a cute couple to daydream about so yep!)
"Wake the fuck up faggot" Dan jumped awake with a start to a cold steel blade pressed hard against his throat. His sleepy eyes flashed open with undiluted fear. "Scream and we gonna kill your pretty little boyfriend in the room next door too" Dan recognised the voices of his old bullies and the four dark hooded shapes looming over him. The gang of four truants that had made his every secondary school day living hell, the reason for his nightmares, had wormed their way here into his happy life. Maybe it was all just a nightmare, Dan hoped but the fear and the sharp blade pressed against his throat were all too real to be fantasy.
Dan gulped "How did you get in here?" He tried to sound unafraid but his whispered voice wobbled at the last syllable. "You dumb fuck left ya window open dintcha and we'd been following ya for ages, ain't we lads?" the leader; named Aston if Dan remembered correctly, turned to his partners in crime and they snickered idiotically in agreement. "And we'd been onta ya, yeh you done had this coming for months bitch."
Unexpectedly Dan was grabbed by his narrow shoulders and dragged out of bed. They were careful not to make a decibel of noise in case Phil woke up. Dan abandoned his thoughts of screaming to Phil for help, he didn't want to endanger his best friend in what was after all his own battle. The gang were hissing at each other in swears. "You and Marty fucking take him Jamie, I'll deal with the other fag and that leaves Justin to carry the crap, kay?"
At the mention of Phil Dan struggled harder against the constricting hands of his two manhandlers "Dont you dare touch a single hair on his head what we have going on here is between you and me he is not involved" Aston leaned forward close enough to Dan's face for Dan to smell the stench of cheap cider and spat back "If he's who your shagging then he's who we're hurting."
Aston spun to the skinniest of the gang of four "Yo, Justin get his camera and fancy ass laptop i got a better idea than slitting his little bitch next door's throat." A twisted smile let the flash of a gold tooth escape. "So let's put on a little show for your boyfriend and yo fans" he spoke the last word with scorn and sarcasm. He pinched Dans face so that he couldnt look away, the knife still pushing hard into his neck.
"So listen 'ere gayboy you are gonna make one of your stupid fricking youtube videos 'bout how you are leaving and how you fucking hate them all and then you're gonna upload it and if you ever try to make anudder video or try and see your precious gayboy again then
Dans tanned and slender hands curled into brave defiant fists "And why should i do what you say?" "Because if you do then everybody here walks away alive, because a poncy dick like you dont fucking deserve an ace life like this with a place like this to live. Because people in the real world gotta work their arses off to put food on the table while assholes like you make retarded videos on the internet and never have to get up offa their lazy asses. Its just not fair now is it, Cunt?!" Aston was becoming more and more infuriated with every word but he still spoke in a vicious whisper centimetres from Dan's face. "You gotta because if you ain't then there's gonna be a double murder here tonight" He jerked his thumb in the direction of the room where Phil still slept dreaming of pokemon and nyan cats.
There was a silence punctuated only by heavy breathing until Aston looked away disgustedly from Dan and swaggered out the bedroom door. Dan was marched down the hall, past the safely shut door of Phil's room, 'He was safe, the man he loved was safe' Dan repeated in his head as a remedy to comfort his racing pulse. He didn't dare to think that he wouldn't get to tell Phil how much he cared for him.
The two thugs Marty and Jamie gripped Dan confidently out the front door, Dan ached to twist his neck for a last glance of his and Phil's home but the blade only dug in deeper to his sensitive neck. He was pushed into the petrol scented back of an inconspicuous van parked across the road. Dan prayed that a nosy neighbour would look out the window in the three seconds he was in sight or better still that Phil would run out of their home but his wishing was to no avail. Aston tied together Dan's wrists and ankles with a smug smirk.
The van's lethargic engine revved to life and Dan slid clumsily across the back, having bound ankles and wrists did no improvements to his grace. After approximately twenty minutes of precarious driving to blaring dubstep the van shuddered into the driveway of a council estate. Dan stumbled over empty beer cans and discarded fast food wrappers. He frantically searched for a way to escape or a passerby to scream for. The timid morning sunshine was blocked out by hideous grey buildings. A lone homeless man lay sleeping a couple hundred metres away; he was the only soul around in East London nearby five am. No help, no hope. Dan was rushed into the dilapidated two up two down house the gang called home. He wasn't in Kansas anymore.
They piled into the stinking living room. Aston pushed Dan towards the cracking white wall as Justin failed to set up his camera and tripod adjacent to him. A piece of Dan's confidence had been regained with him losing his ankle and wrist bonds. "Can I at least set it up myself Jesus Christ it's not that difficult?" Justin backed away with hands raised above his head in a mocking manner, Aston gave a little shake nod of his head and Dan stepped forward to adjust the camera and caught a glimpse of himself in the viewfinder. He couldn't help but notice he had hobbit hair and internally laughed at himself for worrying about his hair when he was being forced to film what was basically a kidnapped tape.
Aston cleared his throat noisily, "Now you are gonna do exactly as I tell you or else there won't be any danisnotonfire to see daylight again, alright?"