Authors note~
Hi, I uploaded again. Third night running. Hurrah for my social life, right? Anyways, I'm really excited about this next chapter, I'm afraid it is going to end tonight, but I will write more. Any suggestions of pairings? Anything but Snape and Harry, dat shit is sick. Thanks for the read.
(Phil's pov)
The dreams, the voices and my anxiety is all gone. The man of my dreams helped me through one of the roughest patches I have ever came across, and I couldn't be more thankful. It has been a few days since our last "encounter" *wink wink*, and Dan seems really shifty. He knows that I'm better? We are fine, so I have no idea as to what could be bothering him. Except one thing, he keeps pulling this face. He is so deep in thought that his emotions are practically engraved onto his face, the only time I have ever seen him like this was when he was with Jesse. Dan loved her so much, before she came a stupid blonde bitch. She had perfect, shoulder length, chocolate brown hair that was always dip dyed emerald and her lips forever coated in crimson lipstick that was always found on Dan's face. A few months after the beginning of their relationship Jesse messed around behind his back, always with some guy who had a name like Zac or Chad. The total opposite of Dan, always horrible to her, used her for sex and couldn't give a damn what happened to her.
Dan was so attached, he knew perfectly well that his girl was sleeping around, so scared that she would leave him, he pretended he didn't know. Acting fine on the outside but crying in my arms every night. I was so mad at her for doing this, how could she hurt my Dan? How could she not see how perfect he was? I had to repress it all because Dan really couldn't know about how I felt. He wasn't even aware to the fact he was gay at this point. Or at least I think...
Well that look was back, guilt, scared, panic and plain confusion mingled into one super emotion. I knew that it had to be her, it was obvious. The only girl he ever loved was back. What if he left me for her?
But she is totally different now, her "natural tan" flakey and patchy. And her hair destroyed by bleach, leaving it brassy and constantly greasy. She even dressed like a slut too, practically all of her boobs on display and her saggy bum hanging out of some cheapo hot pants. Not like the old brown haired, blue eyed Jesse Dan loved so.
Could Dan find that attractive?
(Dan's pov)
I'm telling Phil tonight. I can't take the guilt anymore. He needs to know, it was just a kiss, that I didn't even reciprocate! I need to get over this bump, I can't loose him because of her.
*Dan's phone rings, caller id says "Jess", he never liked "Jesse"*
Dan picked up his phone wearily, knowing that the shit had hit the fan, big time.
"Listen, Jesse, before you talk I feel I should tell you that I'm in a relationship. With Phil. That kiss was innapropriate, don't touch me again. It didn't mean anything to me, and to be frank repulsed me. I understand that you may miss me, but you don't. You miss the idea of me."
"No Danny, shhh! You don't mean it! You don't love that emo, you love me! I'm your Jesse, and I know I made a mistake by cheating with Jake but we can get over that! Wait, was it Jake? Or was it Josh? Look, anyway, I love you Danny, we can be together again, I'll come round tonight? Okay?" Jesse slurred her words, obviously drunk. It was 2 in the afternoon and she was totally hammered. What the actual fuck.
"No now listen to me. First, I'm not "Danny" I'm "Dan". And for fuck sake, did I mean so little to you that you can't even remember who you cheated on me with? Second, that "emo" is the love of my life. And if you come near us again, you'll know trouble. Don't try that begging shit on me because I'm over you. OVER YOU. Can you understand that? And third, please sort your fake tan out and dye your hair back brown, you look like a major slut. Thanks, bye". And with that I hung up. I was so proud that I had finally stood up to that bitch.
I got up to walk out of the door to talk to Phil, when I noticed he was already stood at the door way.
"Phil, I need to ta-"
"You kissed her? YOU KISSED HER WHEN YOU WERE WITH ME?" A tear rolled down Phil's cheek and settled on his shirt. Seeping through the material, wetting every fibre, one by one. He had heard everything, shitty shit fuck FUCK.
"No, Phil you don't understand, she forced herself on m-"
"NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. YOU CHEATED ON ME. WITH A SLUT! YES IM SURE YOU "DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT". Isn't that what they all say Dan?" Phil's roar turned to a little whisper, as the hurt kicked in.
I shook my head, unable to comprehend the total shit storm happening before my eyes.
"I'm leaving, don't try and stop me. Go see your slut Dan." Before Dan could even reply Phil had gone, running down the 12 flights of stairs to the lobby, and out of the apartment block.
Without even grabbing shoes, I sprinted after Phil, figuring the elevator would be quicker. After the painful 10 seconds to reach the ground floor, I ran after Phil. Over the pavement, onto the road. Jumping back when he realised a taxi had so very nearly hit me. The rain was poring hard, soaking Phil and I totally. Our shirts becoming transparent. The silence was deafening when time stopped. My heart raced as I shouted "PHIL! LOOK OUT!"
It was too late. A taxi had slammed into Phil as he stood in the centre of the lane. His torso crumpling under the bonnet of the car. Falling under. Smashing his head upon the cold, hard pavement.
Silence.
The next time I was aware of my existence was in the ambulance. The paramedic giving Phil CPR. His innocent, beautiful face almost unrecognisable through injuries. I have no idea how we got here, I just hoped it was some sick dream. I zone out again, and reawaken in hospital. Sitting at Phil's side, praying for this to be over. To have my boyfriend back, to sit at home and play crash bandicoot with him again. That is all I ask.
(3rd person)
"Mr. Howell? I'm Doctor Grene, I have been looking after your friend here. I'm afraid it's bad news. Dan, we fear he may not make it through the night. His injuries were so servere and he lost a lot of blood. We can't find a donor at this moment in time, do you know anyone that may help? Blood type O-?"
"M-me! Check me, please this is all my fault. I will give it all! Here!" Dan found a sharp corner on the bed that Phil laid in and ran his finger across it, applying pressure, meaning it would surely bleed.
"Mr. Howell, I do not want to have to sedate you again. I understand perfectly well that you are upset right now, but we don't want to have to control you. Do you understand?"
Dan was oblivious to the doctor and began to run his finger tip over the edge again and again, blood poring out from the deep gash.
Darkness fell over once more. Dan had been sedated due to his erratic behaviour.
Finally waking up in the morning, dry mouth and a pounding head, he feebly opened his eyes to look at Phil. But Phil wasn't there. Dan was in his own hospital bed and hooked up to a machine that appeared to be taking his blood. He looked around, noticing Phil across the dingy room. The lights flickered. How long had he been out? He could hear the machine keeping Phil's heart rate bleeping over the ringing in his ears.
"He is okay, Phil is okay. My little fighter..."
(Narrative)
Dan tossed and turned, being strangled by his sheets. In his own bed. He flicked open his eyes, thankful that this whole thing had been a dream. A dream that made him realise that he loved Phil. The smell of pancakes wafted under his door from the kitchen. Phil didn't know yet! He didn't know that a single dream had changed his life forever. It had showed him a scenario in which Dan had expressed his love for Phil. The whole thing with Jesse had never happened. It was all a figment of Dan's dream.
It was all just a dream.
(Dan's pov)
I literally jumped from my bed, not even bothering to put on pants or a shirt. And I ran as fast as my legs could take me, I ran to the kitchen where Phil was cooking.
"Morning sleepy head" Phil said cheerily, putting a pancake down on one of the two plates. "I was just coming to give you these."
I ran again and jumped onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling into kiss him. Phil dropped one of the cheap porcelain plates and hugged me close. Returning the kiss, it was all I ever dreamed of.
Literally.
