So yeah Belgium is good unless you walk into pieces of metal. Which I did skillfully so does that count as an excuse?
This is the final chapter of the story so I hope you enjoy it
I jolted upright in bed searching for a light in the darkened room. I pushed my hand out to the cabinet to turn on the light unfortunatly I over reached and tumbled onto the floor. I leapt up and ran into the living room to be confronted with a dishevelled looking Phil. He stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Dan?"
Phils POV
I stared at Dan standing there in the middle of the room alive. Of course he was alive it had been a stupid dream. But still...
"Phil um stupid question but are you... like married?" I stared at him had that been a dream? I opened my mouth to answer as the doorbell rang through the house I rushed to open it and saw Chris and a young blonde woman standing there.
"Mind if I drop in?" he said as I moved aside
"Who's your friend?" I said
"Oh sorry this is Lucy we were just having a chat. By the way Pj isn't coming he says he feels ill." Dan had crept up behind me
"Pjs ill?" his voice was anxious "You should tell him to go to the hospital". Lucy chimed in
"I've been there. My husband Mark was feeling a little under the weather but hopefully he'll be fine" she smiled in a way that lit up the room. I turbed and invited the others into the living room where we all sat down until I suddenly realised I was in my pjamas I excused myself and rushed upstairs stuffing on whatever clothes were close enough. I then rushed to the door but halfway there I doubled over in pain. I gingerly lifted my top to see bruises of every colour and size displayed across my chest.
A flicker of a memory sparked in the back of my mind. It was like this in the dream but as dreams do it slipped away before I could grip it tighter. But still... I walked over to my computer and typed in a website name I seemed to remember. It loaded and I was overloaded with the dream. Henrietta kissing me, Dan kissing me, Chris laughing, Lucy chatting, Lucy's dead husband Chris' dead husband ,Pj, and the worst; Henrietta shoving Dan and him lying so still as his body was lowered into the ground...
Dans POV
I stood in the living room chatting to Lucy and Chris when I heard a tremendous thump from Phil's room. He ran into the room and grabbed my shoulders. I was shocked at the closeness but didn't push him away.
"Dan did you have a dream just now?" I nodded mute in wake of his excitement "Then I'm sorry for this if I'm wrong" I was about to ask what when he leaned his head into mine and our lips met. It was unlike anything I'd experienced before. It was indescribably perfect. He pulled away slightly breathless and all too soon. He looked up at me with those big blue eyes almost scared as if he was asking me a question. I responded by pressing my lips back to his. For a moment it was perfect our lips locked our hands reaching for each other's and then Chris walked in. We both stopped instantly hands falling to our sides ashamed
"No sorry they're a bit busy at the moment" he said smirking at the phone. Phil blushed and grabbed the phone from him and held it to his ear
"Who is it?" he mouthed to Chris
"Dunno some gal called Henrietta or something" the name rang a bell somehow and I absentmindedly scratched the back of my neck where it had begun tingling.
Phil's eyes widened in fear and gabbled into the phone
"Wrong number, go away" with that he slammed the phone down. Chris looked at him in surprise but he simply took my hand and lead me back to the living room where we sat our hands still entwined. Chris sat down chuckling at the pair of us and Lucy sat next to him smiling gently. "I'm glad you finally got together." I was glad too and as we sat on that sofa Phil snuggling into me it was as if my deepest dreams had come to life and maybe they were here to stay.
Sorry for the bit of Inception if you have questions you can review or PM me and I'll try to answer them
I'll probably be writing another Phan fic soon and maybe even a Cherimon one
Again thank you so much for sticking with me until the end of this story
Inspirational quote: Dream as if you'll live forever Live as if you'll die today- James Dean