Dans POV

I was in my bedroom editing a video when I heard a thud. Worried, I got up and ran through to Phil's room. I didn't know where about he was and hundreds of thoughts were running through my mind like the main thought being

'What If he's dead?'

Phil wasn't in his room. I started panicking even more now. I ran through to the living room and he wasn't there. I turned on my heel to go and check the kitchen. I didn't need to. At the edge of the counter I saw a pair of odd socks, on Phil's feet, on the floor, not moving. I felt faint thinking about what he might've done. As I made my way round the counter I saw a massive container of diet pills on the side with the lid off. There was a few pills scattered around.

"Phil?! Phil please wake up!" the tears streamed down my face and I bent down, clutching my boyfriend as close as I can. I just sat there for a couple of minutes thinking 'If he's dead how the fuck can I live without him?' What was I thinking? The man I love is lying in my arms and he could be dead for all I know! 'Stop being so selfish Dan!' I mentally scolded myself. I gently let go of Phil and let him lie on the cold kitchen floor. I pick myself up and call for an ambulance. I can barely get the words out through all the tears.

No more than five minutes later the ambulance was here and they were carrying Phil onto a stretcher. I held his hand the whole way out and into the ambulance.

1 Hour later
I'm sitting by Phil's hospital bed, still holding his hand tight. I've been here since I arrived at the hospital about an hour go. Phil was unconscious and I had been told he would be okay but I didn't believe it. I wanted

"Please wake up baby" I whisper, stroking his ebony black hair. One of the nurses looks at us and smiles a toothy grin at me.

"You two are adorable together." She smiles

"Thanks," I could feel my cheeks turning a dark shade of crimson.

A sudden grunt turns my attention. Phil slowly opened his baby blue eyes and his fingers curled around mine.

"Phil!" I exclaim probably louder than I meant to but right now I couldn't care less who heard me. The nurses came over to us to do checks on phil now he was awake but I leaned over and gave him a long steamy kiss.

"What…Happened?" he murmurs, barely audible but I heard him.

"You almost killed yourself you twat! Phil, don't ever do that to me ever again okay? I don't know what I would do if you succeeded in that. I couldn't bare it. I'd have to go with you. I can't imagine my life without you Phil, you mean everything to me!" I felt my eyes fill up with tears.

"Don't cry gorgeous, you'll make me start," Phil wipes my tears away, and sniffs a little to himself. I lean closer to him and bury my face in his t-shirt.

"What were you thinking?!" I shake my head, still unable to take in the fact that my perfect boyfriend tried to kill himself.

"I don't even know," Phil starts to shift uncomfortably. "I've been so lost lately.." he trails off, and everything suddenly clicks into place.

"Is that why you've been losing so much weight?" I ask, Phil remains silent.

"Phil? Is it?" I demand, feeling myself getting more worked up.

"I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want you to think any different of me, I never wanted to lose you Dan, I've gotten so self-conscious," tears spill down his cheeks and I swear I've never been so heartbroken in my life.

I cuddle him close, playing with his hair as I do so.

"You won't ever lose me, ever, okay? And why the hell are you self-conscious Phil? You're absolutely beautiful, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with your weight. Even if you were the human equivalent of a puffer fish, which you aren't, I would still love you with all my heart. You mean a lot to me, and you need to realise that." I give Phil a secret peck on the cheek, and promise we'll speak more about the matter when we get home.