He lay there, motionless, sprawled across his cold empty bed. His face expressionless his arms wrecked. His eyes red. He let the hours roll by. His empty body withering away. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't sleep. He wouldn't speak. He would get home from school, collapse on his bed and lay there for hours. Everything had frozen. Stuck in an array of falling. His mind stuck on that same face. Who was that beautiful face? He thought. Where is he..? His arms healed and scarred. The same every day. The same routine. Wake up. Go to school. Go home. Freeze. Wake Up. Go to school. Go home. And freeze. Always that smiling face. That beautiful cheering smile. Beautiful.. mine.. or.. was mine..
Chapter 13
Five Years Later.
"Dan, have you seen my phone?" Chris had popped his head round the bathroom door to speak to Dan. "Its over here!" Dan threw Chris' phone across the room only to be caught perfectly by Chris.
Dan was packing all his stuff as he was moving to a new university and moving in hi new apartment. Chris came out of the bathroom in his boxers while brushing his teeth. He opened the curtains and admired the morning view.
"Chris we live opposite a primary school. I'd put some trousers on." Dan said chuckling slightly.
"I thought you would complement my sexy body in broad daylight." Chris replied flirtily.
"I did that enough last night." Dan winked and Chris walked back into the bathroom to finish his teeth.
Dan brought out an old dusty box from out of the cupboard in the corner of his room. He brushed the dust off the lid and carefully removed it. It wasn't much.. Just a few tatty books and old posters.. he saw his old Muse wristband and smiled to himself. He removed the books and brushed the thick coating of dust. They were mainly John Green books, and some were annuals and collectors issues if magazines and the occasional Harry Potter book. He removed the last book to reveal a small pile of dusty photographs. He picked them up slowly and took the pile in his hands.
He wiped his hand across the photo slowly and carefully so that the image was revealed. Dan inhaled sharply. He saw it. That face. He threw the photos back in the box and piled the books on top. He replaced the lid and quickly put it by the door where he would take it to the moving van.
Chris returned from the bathroom, still shirtless but with trousers on. He looked around the room to see Dan sat quietly on the bed.
"Dan.." Dan stood up abruptly and turned to his lover. "are you feeling alright? You looked like you've seen a ghost" That's exactly what Dan had seen. A beautiful ghost of his past.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine don't worry, just feeling a bit queezy." Dan stuttered.
"Daan.. I know when you're lying." Chris teased and approached Dan and placing his hands gently on the other's hips. "Tell me." Chris pecked Dan's lips lightly and smiled. Dan's expressionless face turned happy again and he forgot about that distant ghost.
"I'm just a bit nervous about moving all the way up to Manchester." They slow danced without any music and just held each other. Chris made Dan happy. And vice-versa. They were living together and that made them happy.
"You'll be fine!" Chris stroked Dan's cheek with his finger, prodding one of his dimples. They both giggled before taking the boxes down to the van.
They caught the train up to Manchester. It was a very long journey and Dan had enough music on his phone to get him through the journey. He listened to Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, but he had gone off Muse slightly, something told him not to listen to it.
He put his whole song collection on shuffle and watched his lover gaze out the window. An hour went by, listening to random songs and gradually watch Chris fall asleep. He leant his head against the train window and stared at the British countryside.
The song changed. The introduction was familiar.. Dan started to feel sick in his throat. He coughed quietly.
Far away. This ship is taking me far away. Far away from the memories, of the people who care if I live or die..
Flashbacks came flooding like a tidal wave leaving Dan breathless.
Paris
Matt Bellamy
Starlight
Special Toasters
Phil..
Dan ripped the headphones out of his ears and stumbled out of the cabin. He rushed into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.
He awoke blurry eyed on the pavement, limbs broken, pain everywhere, and no relocation of what happened. He was rushed into hospital and was asked questions on how he 'fell'. Dan couldn't remember anything.. Not even his own name..
Dan splashed his face with ice cold water.. Snapping him out of his thoughts..
I just wanted to hold…
Dan stopped off at the café on the way back and got a sandwich. He got Chris one too and left it in front of him, to eat when he woke up.
Author's Note:
Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, i've been knee deep in homework and I cant think of much for it, but I will try to upload chapter 14 by Sunday!:D (chapter 14 will be Phil's point if view ehe e he hehehe ehee ehe)
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