(Still Phil's POV)

We stay like that for a while until Dan gets a text from Liam. He tells us to meet him by the local pub and that he'd pick us up and take us somewhere to stay and that he's grabbed our bags. Dan knew exactly where we were going so we walk hand in hand till we reach the pub where Liam's waiting.

He's leaning against his car, when he sees us he rushes over and gives us both a tight hug. "Mum," (Dan's Auntie) "Said you could stay with her tonight, or you can stay at mine, or I can drive you to a hotel if you want some space."

I look at Dan, "What do you want to do?"

He shrugs, "Hotel?" He murmurs.

Liam nods, "Hop in."

"Can you sit in the back with me Phil." Dan said quietly.

"Sure."

I sit in the middle and Dan rests his head on my shoulder. Liam and I talk for most of the journey and Dan stays silent. It worries me when he gets like this. I'd told him in the past that he shouldn't be left alone with his thoughts, it could be dangerous: especially to Dan's mental state. I can feel he is tired, he moves and rests his head on my lap.

"When are you going to your parent's tomorrow?" Liam asks me.

"Yep." I answer while playing with Dan's hair.

"Do you want me to pick you up in the morning then?"

"We have money for a Taxi don't worry about it." I said politely.

He shakes his head, "Seriously I don't mind, don't waste your money."

Dan's silent, so I agree, "Ok but only if it's no problem, we don't want to change your plans or anything."

"No it's fine." He says genuinely.

I tell him when our train leaves and he drops us at a hotel.

We book a room from the front desk and get a funny look from the receptionist when she realises that we are sharing. We walk up to our room and Dan silently goes for a shower. I decide to get ready for bed.

It's not too long before I hear the tears. It takes everything in me not to go to him, but I know he needs his space and time so I leave it. I'm sat on the bed and I wait. Ten minutes later, the sobs are louder, the tears and cries vaster, they are slowly driving me into insanity. I make my logic ground me to bed. He needed time. If he wants me: he will call. There's a crash in the bathroom.

I spring from the bed and race in. Luckily he hasn't locked the door.

Dan is collapsed in a heap on the shower floor. His back against the wall and his hands around his legs, his body convulses from the pain that is echoing inside of his chest. The tears he previously held in, flow like fountains down the face that he tries so desperately to hide from me. He hiccups the ache that burns inside of him as if releasing it will free it and he'll no longer feel it. He looks so feeble, like a baby; needing to be looked after. He bawls into his hands as if his life depends on it.

I kneel down a few feet away from him, "Dan," I whisper in a soothing voice. Putting my hand out to rest on his shoulder.

"No." He starts, "No Phil you can't see me like this." He says louder, trying to cover himself and push into the wall, away from me.

"Dan, I don't care what you look like or what happens, I am with you in this and I will love you all the same." I move closer to him, and pull him into me and onto my lap.

He's still hesitant, "You don't have to do this, look after me or… or be w, with me. I. I'd understand. I mean I'm a mess and you could do better. I don't want to hold you back."

I put my hand under his chin and lift it up slightly so he's looking into my eyes. "Dan Howell, I don't want you to ever say anything like that again. There is not one out there who compares to you, you are the most amazing person I have ever met and I will never want anyone else." I kiss him then, hard. He returns the kiss, wrapping his arms round my neck and lacing his fingers through my hair. I pull away and gaze into his eyes. "I'm going to marry you one day Dan Howell." I get a flicker of a smile for that.

"Oh really." His voice cracks slightly as talks.

Dan POV

Phil helps me up and grabs me a towel. My legs are weak from falling and my body aches so he helps me over to the bed and helps me into some boxers. I feel slightly embarrassed and I think Phil feels that so he does his best to make it as if there's nothing unusual about it.

He then changes his clothes again as I've made them wet from the shower. He lays next to me and wraps his arms around me. He falls asleep after a while.

I don't sleep.