Dan's POV (2 days later)

I picked up my phone to see a text message from Phil.

P: Good morning x

D: Morning xx

P: I know how stressed you are with everything right now between coming out to our families and the apartment and everything... so I was thinking...

D: Ya...

P: How about we go on a date today? Maybe get lunch? See a movie?

D: Yeah definitely! You're the best x

P: I know ;) So I'll pick you up at 11?

D: Works for me! See ya later x

I grinned and quickly got up to get ready. After a nice shower, I had 3 outfits laid out on my bed.

"Jake! Can you come here for a sec?" I called.

"Yeah one sec!" A couple seconds later he came in my room.

"Whatcha need?"

"I don't know what to wear! Which of these do you think Phil would like best?"

Jake looked at me like I was crazy. "Dan. You're gay is really showing right now."

"Come on Jake this is serious!" I whined, but I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"Fine. Umm... I think that one," he said pointing to the outfit with a navy blue muse t-shirt and black jeans.

"Okay thanks," I said, but he was already walking out of the door.

...

I heard a honk out front and ran down the stairs. I quickly pressed a small kiss to my aunt's cheek.

"I'm going out with Phil. I'll be back by 4."

"Alright have fun sweetheart! Be safe!" she called after me.

I stepped outside and walked quickly to the passenger side of Phil's car.

"Hey Dan!" he said.

"Hey," I smiled. As I buckled my seatbelt a pressed a kiss to his lips.

"So where do you want to go for lunch?"

"Umm... I don't know," I thought for a moment.

"How about that pizza place by the school?"

I grinned. "Sure!"

Phil pulled out my driveway and started down the street. We sat in comfortable silence until about halfway through the ride, Phil put his hand on my mid-thigh. I blushed and Phil looked over at me.

He smirked when he see my dark red cheeks. "Is this okay?" he said quietly. I gave him a small smile and we continued on with the drive. As Phil parked the car he gave my leg a small squeeze and pulled away to unbuckle his seat belt.

"Ready?"

"Yep," I smiled. We got out of the car and walked hand-in-hand to the front door of the small restaurant. Phil held the door open for me and I was hit by a cold blast of air conditioning. We walked over to small secluded table in the corner. We chatted for a while and ordered our food.

"So..." Phil started. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay..." I looked at him all of sudden extremely aware of how nervous he looked.

"Well Dan. I've been looking at a lot of colleges and before we decided to get an apartment together... well I actually applied to a university in California. It has always been my dream to go there. And well... I got a letter from them about a week ago. I umm... I got in."

I looked up at Phil. "California?! Phil in case you haven't noticed that is very far from our apartment. Like across the ocean! Are you gonna go?"

"Well I mean, it's always been my dream to go there. I know it really messes up our plan, but I promise I'll visit as much as possible," he said quickly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Phil! You can't go! You can't leave London for some stupid college! You can't just abandon me and everything we have!" I said a bit harsher than I intended.

"Dan... do you know how hard this is for me too? Of course I don't want to leave you, but this a dream of mine!"

"What about YouTube? We can't have a channel together if you're 5,000 miles away!" I shouted.

Phil stood up. "I can't be a YouTuber for the rest of my life Dan! I need something to fall back on! Don't you get it? I need to do this!"

I stood up too. At this point we were both crying and we had definitely attracted a lot of attention. "Phil I can't believe you! You're just gonna leave me to live alone?"

"Dan I- you know what I'm not doing this. Out of all people, I thought I could count on you to support me... but I guess not," Phil turned and ran out of the restaurant. I felt my heart rip in two. My soul shattered. Every fiber in my body seemed to have shut down. I let out a horrible sob and fell to my knees. It had all been so perfect, but I ruined it. The one thing in my life that kept me going every day, had left me.

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Phil's POV:

I ran outside to my car. I knew I was a terrible person to leave Dan like that, but I just couldn't bear to look at him any longer. I was sobbing as I started my car. I pulled out of the parking lot and started my drive home. My mind was on over drive. How could Dan act like that? I knew he would be upset, but I thought he would still support me. I guess I was wrong about him. I felt another sob rack through my body as I turned onto a side street. It all happened so fast. I felt the whole car jolt to the side. I heard glass shattering and the air bags were in my face. The car turned and flipped over again and again. The car finally came to a stop upside down. I felt warm blood on my face. My whole body burned and I slowly felt myself slip away from reality. Everything went black.

Dan's POV

I quickly composed myself and stood up realizing how many people were staring at me. I left some money on the table for our drinks and stepped outside. Wait what? Where was Phil's car? I quickly scanned the road and spotted his small white car. I ran onto the side walk and saw Phil sobbing in the front seat. He put on his turn signal but he didn't look behind him. It seemed like the whole world froze as he turned. I big gray truck slammed into Phil's car. The airbags were deployed and both cars flipped over and over. As the cars finally came to a stop. I sprinted to Phil. As I reached the car I saw him and froze. His limbs were in the wrong places and his eyes were closed. And the blood. Oh that was the worst part. There was so much of it.

"Phil!" I screamed. I didn't know what to do. I kneeled down next to him.

"Phil come on. Please. I can't lose you," I cried. I jumped as a felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see an older looking lady.

"Sweetheart... it's gonna be alright. I called an ambulance," she said gently. I nodded. This was all my fault. If I hadn't blown up at Phil, this wouldn't be happening. He deserved so much more than me. I was a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend.

Before I knew it I heard sirens and the ambulance pulled up next to the wreckage. Multiple paramedics jumped out and came running over to Phil. A second ambulance came for the man and woman in the other car. The ambulance driver came over to me and offered me her hand. I took it and she helped me stand up. She gave me a gentle smile.

"Hi. You can call me Amy. I'm the ambulance driver. What's your name?"

"Dan," I said quietly.

"Nice to meet you Dan. Can you tell me how you're related to the driver?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Okay. Do you have any idea what happened? Do you know if he was intoxicated? Any information you have will help."

I glanced over at the paramedics. The door was stuck and the were trying to pry it open. I felt a few more tears slip down my cheeks as I turned back to Amy.

"Well... we were in the pizza shop together and we kinda had a fight. He ran out of the restaurant so I ran after him. I saw him driving his car away. He was crying and I guess he wasn't paying attention when he turned. The truck hit him as he was turning onto the side street," I told her.

"Okay... thank you Dan. I understand this is hard for you. How about we go wait in the ambulance?" she suggested. I knew she was just trying to be helpful, but I couldn't help but be annoyed at how happy she was. Either way I nodded and followed her over to the ambulance. I got into the passenger side and looked over to see if they had gotten Phil out of the car yet. What I saw would be engraved in my mind forever. The paramedics pulled Phil's limp body and of the car and set him down on the stretcher. He was laying in an inhumane way and he had a very deep gash in his forehead. I felt a sob escape my body. I couldn't help it. They strapped Phil onto the stretcher and quickly rolled him over to the ambulance. They pulled open the back doors and they all jumped in. The minute the door was closed, Amy starting driving toward the hospital. The drive was only about 5 minutes, but it felt like hours. My stomach churned over and over with worry. What if Phil didn't survive? I wouldn't be able to live with that guilt and no matter of cheesy it sounds, I wouldn't be able to live without him.

We finally pulled up to the hospital and the paramedics worked quickly. As they rolled his stretcher toward the door I caught a glance of him. He was connected to many wires and he was a sickly shade of white. I jumped out of the ambulance and ran up to Phil's side. They pushed him down a couple of hallways before they got to a big set of double doors. I felt someone pull me back. I turned to see a nurse.

"Sir! You can't go down there!"

"No I have to be with Phil!" I ripped myself from her grasp and started running toward Phil. I needed to be there for him. But before I knew 2 security guards grabbed hold of me. I cried and cried. I fought against them and tried to get loose.

"No! Please! Please..." I cried. I knew it was no use and stopped fighting. I collapsed to my knees, but the security guards quickly pulled me back to my feet.

"Sir I'm sorry. We can't let you be back there while they're testing. You can wait in the waiting room though if you'd like," one of them said. I slightly nodded and let them lead me back to where we came in. They sat me down in a chair and walked away. I sat for hours waiting. Just waiting... not knowing if Phil was alive or not.