One
Dan
BANG!
I jerked awake, startled at the loud noise. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced around me. I was in the lounge, asleep on one of the couches. Phil was on the other, fast asleep. The theme music to High School Musical played loudly, repeating over and over and over again.
Quietly, I stood up and padded to the kitchen, where the noise sounded from. Something wasn't right. I could feel it in my bones, something wasn't right here. I stood flat against the wall and edged over to the kitchen, quickly peeking in to see if anyone was there.
A man was standing there, shoveling things into a large bag. My breath caught in my throat and I ran back to Phil, shaking him awake.
"Phil. Phil, wake up." I hissed, thankful for the loud music in the background. I shook him slightly, "Phil!"
"Hmm? What?" Phil asked groggily, opening one eye and peering at me, "Dan?"
"Someone is in the flat. Come on, wake up. Call the police or something." I whispered.
Phil's eyes went wide and then his face paled. "Shit." He whispered. He got off the couch and stretched slightly, "Where is he?" He hissed to me.
"Kitchen. Go call the police or something." Phil nodded and quickly padded to his room.
I took a deep breath and started back to the kitchen. Peering into the room, I looked around for him, only to realise he was no where to be seen. My heart started to race, where did he go!? Maybe he left?
I made my way back to the lounge and turned off the TV, trying to figure out where this bastard was.
I stood there for a minute or two in silence, just listening. Phil should be back by now. Where was he?
I hesitated for a moment and then made my way to Phil's room. I was just about to open the door when I heard a strangled scream. I felt my heart stop. Oh my god. Phil!
I pushed the door open to see the man crouched in front of a mangled body. Blood poured out of an open wound in Phil's chest. The man turned to face me, an evil smile on his lips.
"Well, well, well." He muttered, standing and making his way towards me. I took a step back and was flattened against the door. Fuck. The man was holding a knife. It was covered in blood. Phil's blood. "Too bad about your friend here." He motioned to Phil with the knife. He smiled, "Too bad about you too." He started at me in a run and I side stepped him. The knife dug into the wall where I had just been standing and the man grunted in annoyance.
I ran out of the room and to the kitchen, looking around wildly for anything that could give me any sort of defense at all. I picked up the first thing I saw, a chopping board. Great Dan, great.
The man walked into the kitchen calmly, stopping when he saw that I was holding up a chopping board like a weapon. He chuckled slightly and raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
I bit my lip and held the chopping board out in front of me, making my way towards the door. "Ge-Get away fr-from me." I cried, hating how my voice wobbled.
The man smirked, "What are you going to do with a chopping board?"
I ignored him and spun around, running full pelt to the door. Suddenly, air rushed past my ears and I glanced up to see the knife sticking out of the wall. He had missed me!
I grabbed it and yanked it out of the wall, holding it out threateningly in front of me. I walked backwards to the door and pulled it open. The man still followed me, smiling slightly. His smile creeped me out.
"Well... I see this is goodbye." The man grinned and then put out his hand, "I would like my knife back, please." He told me. When I hesitated he rolled his eyes, "Like I would kill you. I would rather leave you to grieve for your dead... friend. Well... Not really a friend, is he? More like a sexual partner. Oh, what's this? You loved him, didn't you? Yes... You did. But did he love you back?"
I gritted my teeth and slowly passed him over his knife. The man nodded to me and then walked to the elevator. "Good night!" He called to me as the elevator door closed.
I stared at the closed metal doors for a moment before the memory of Phil covered in blood popped up in my head again.
I ran into the apartment building and into his room. He was laying there, gasping for breath on the floor, his phone in his hand. The number was in the dialler, but hadn't been rung yet.
"Phil! Phil, oh my god." I whispered, kneeling down beside him. I pressed my hand against the wound and felt the blood seep between my fingers and run down my hand.
"Dan..." Phil wheezed, barely able to keep his eyes open.
"Shh, shh. It's okay. I'll call the ambulance, okay?" I murmurer to him, taking the phone from his hand and pressing call. A cool feminine voice answered almost straight away. I told her where we were and then hung up.
"Dan... I... love..." Phil struggled to make the words, his breathing becoming more ragged and softer with each breath he took.
"No, shh. Phil, listen to me. Be quiet, okay? It will hurt less that way." I drew my hand through his hair and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "I love you." I whispered.
"I... Too..." He coughed violently.
My hold on him tightened, "Okay... Okay..." I soothed him and continued to do so until the ambulance came and took Phil away on a stretcher.
"Dear, you're going to have to come with us." I looked up to see a woman standing over me, holding out a hand. I looked at it stupidly until she grabbed my hand and made me stand up. "Come on."
"Phil!" I screamed, "I need to see Phil!" I struggled against her, trying to get to Phil who was slowly getting taken down the elevator.
"You will see Phil, but right now you have to come with me." She led me to the elevator and tried to calm my hysteric babbling.
"Phil..." I sobbed, collapsing to the floor of the elevator, making it jump slightly. "This is all my fault."
"No it's not, dear." The woman said, helping me stand and letting me rest my weight on her. I sagged against her, losing all the will to live anymore.
I must have passed out or something, because I woke up in a strange room. It was white... Too white. And the bed was lumpy.
I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. What had happened? Something... Something to do with Phil...
Suddenly it all came back to me. I bolted upright and sprung out of bed, wobbling slightly on my feet. I raced to the door and ripped it open to see a bustling hallway. People walked briskly up and down it, all having some place to be.
"Daniel Howell?" I turned to see a middle aged man smiling at me slightly, "You're up."
"Where is Phil?" I demanded. When the man didn't answer I yelled, "Where is he!?"
"He is... Oh, Daniel, I am so sorry."
I'm sorry! I know, this is my first phan ever and I bet you already hate me. Am I right? Yeah, don't worry, I got the same reaction on wattpad xD So, yeah. I hoped you somewhat enjoyed that. Until next time :3
-Leena
