Hello there! Author here! So, with this I'm trying out a little bit of dan oc (except not really because there is no freaking way dan would do something like this in real life), but don't worry, it will get to Phan very soon (maybe even by the end of chapter 1?) And the title is really morbid I know but seriously this story will 100% have a happy ending because I cannot read (let alone write) phanfictions that are insanely sad. I have more of it written and planned in my head so it'll be updated very soon! So...I hope you enjoy! I appreciate nice reviews, and constructive criticism, just nothing too mean please!
VALERIE'S POV
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. But, this time, there was no chance it was an accident.
I had been dating Dan for the past 4 months. At first, he seemed like the perfect boyfriend. He was always so romantic and sweet. But one night, he got really drunk at a party. We got in a small argument, and he shoved me. I fell and hit my head. But I played it off, thinking it was just the alcohol that made him do it. He apologized over and over, and promised it would never happen again. "Not in a million years," had been his exact words.
It took two weeks. He'd been having a really bad day, and came over to my flat to drink. He had already taken a few swings of vodka, and I guess that's all it took. That time he slapped me. And when he apologized, he cried. He said I had no idea how sorry he was, and begged me not to end things. "I love you, and need you in my life," had been his exact words. I stayed with him. Everyone makes mistakes, right?
But this time, he didn't have the excuse of alcohol. He had just gotten into a huge fight with his friend Chris, and was really mad. I showed up at his flat to surprise him, having gotten off work early. His flatmate Phil wasn't there, and when I came in (I had a key), he was just pacing the empty apartment. The smile I had been wearing slowly faded from my face when I saw the look in his eyes. It was the same look he had the time he slapped me. I took a cautious step into the apartment, and asked what was wrong. He explained the fight he'd just had. I asked if he thought he could have avoided it, and he laughed. "Yes, I'm sure you're the expert on when not to fight with people! You're just so perfect Valerie, I bet you neeeeever fight!" I shook my head, about to explain that I hadn't meant that, when something hit the side of my face. Hard. I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do. My loving, romantic boyfriend had just punched me in the face. I stood there, shaking, for a few seconds. Then the pain hit. A sob escaped my lips, and I ran from his flat, hearing his shouted apologies all the way. I ran and I ran and I didn't stop until I was home. This time, I needed to break up with him.
I called Dan the next day and ended it, too afraid to face him in person. He cried, saying it would never, ever, ever happen again. He said he loved me more than life itself, and if I ended it he didn't know what he'd do. I said goodbye and hung up. We were over. And I was, strangely, relieved.
DAN'S POV
I was crying on the couch when Phil walked in, a razor blade in my hand. I had it positioned over my left wrist, having already sliced the other. He ran to my side, grabbing the blade from my hand. "Dan, what's wrong?" he cried. I just shook my head, sobbing even harder. Phil sat next to me on the couch and I buried my face in his neck. "Valerie ended things," I managed to get out between sobs. I felt Phil shift positions next to me. He lifted my chin with his finger, so that I was looking at him. Without saying a word, he kissed me. I was beyond shock. I pushed him away, maybe a bit harder than necessary. "What the fuck was that?!" I yelled, my tears completely gone.
Phil just laughed, "You're not crying anymore, are you!" It took me a minute to realize what he just said, and when I did, I couldn't control the laughter that burst from me. He laughed too, and eventually we were both practically rolling on the ground.
"Well, I'll be remembering that strategy next time someone's crying!" I said, once we finally stopped laughing.
Phil smiled, "Just go for the shock value, it works every time!"
I laughed, but a little less enthusiastically this time. The only thing I could think about was that Phil had just kissed me, and I had enjoyed it.