Hi guys, I'm sorry this chapter is so short... I had a lot of school work to be getting on with. :( I hope this keeps you interested though!

Chapter 4- Like Poison

~PHIL'S POV~

"I'm sorry Phil I have to think." What could that mean? Was Dan angry at me? Of course he was angry at me. He probably thinks that I'm a gay weirdo whom he never wants to go near again.

'Well done Phil, you've ruined it again. You've turned something great into something awful. You're like poison Phil, you're poison.' I told myself, not even wanting to know exactly what Dan was thinking at this point.

'He's never going to love you back Phil. You might as well just leave. He doesn't want you anymore. No one wants you.'

I had had enough.

"Dan, I'm going out… not like you care." I said, as a single tear ran down my cheek. I waited for a reply. Nothing.

I hurried out and slammed the door, taking the stairs instead of the lift. It didn't take as long as I thought; anything to get away from Dan as quickly as possible. I rushed outside, the freezing air like knives against my skin. I walked quickly against the crowds pushing against me; typical London day. I took a glimpse at the road ahead of me, and hurriedly stepped out.

Then everything slowed to nearly a standstill.

I saw a light in my peripheral vision. I glanced to my left and my stomach turned. A large black taxi headed towards me. I didn't have time to react.

I suddenly felt myself falling. I closed my eyes.

~DAN'S POV~

"Phil, please don't walk out on me." I said as he slammed the apartment door. 'Great,' I thought, 'He's gone off in a huff again.' He had no reason to, I mean I love him. Why couldn't he see that? Phil is the first boy I have ever liked, and hopefully the last I ever need to. He is perfect, he always has been, but I just never realised it in that sense.

I had to go after him.

I locked the door and waited for the lift, which thankfully came quickly. I walked along the paved street and noticed Phil amongst the busy gush of people.

"Phil!" I shouted. "Please come back, don't make me run after you!" I continued. The road seemed fairly clear, with the exception of the odd bike or taxi. Phil was about to step out onto the road.

I felt sick.

A black cab was heading along the road at a decent speed, towards my Phil.

I ran as fast as I could, reaching out for Phil with both arms as I crossed the pavement.

That's all I remember.

So yeah, I think I might round this off soon, unless people particularly like it. Although saying that I'm really enjoying it! Remember to follow if you want to know what happens next- should be updated in the following couple days... big chapter to write! Let me know what you think :)