Chapter 16

Dan's POV

I slip on my tuxedo, I hope I look good enough. I can hear the slight chatter from the guests. I'm very nervous, but I feel as if I could possibly make it through this in one piece that isn't too emotionally wrecked. This is my big day and the day that literally starts the rest of my life… with Phil.

Today is my wedding day and I can't believe this is actually happening. I never pictured myself actually getting married to someone I love so much. I never dreamt in my wildest dreams that a day like today would ever be part of my life, my story. it's a beautiful day.

The birds are chirping and you can hear the melody of the forest seeping in through the windows along with the sunshine. There's beautiful flowers and everything is exactly how I hoped it would be on my wedding day.

I'm not worried about Phil, I mean I am a little, but I know he'll be fine. He always looks perfect to me, in every single way possible. He's just a beautiful person. I know some things have hurt him in the past and I know I was part of those reasons but this is what will fix all that. This wedding is the light shone upon all our scars and the bandage that makes it all better.

I hear the music start to play in the background… My palms get sweaty.

I am lead to an opening door and my future husband is standing right in front of me and everything just seems so perfect. We turn and face forward and link hands. I grip his tightly and he gives me a look making sure I'm okay. My father and Phil's father open the double doors and watch as our mothers walk behind us with bouquets of white and red roses. Everyone in the room stands up and smiles spread across faces like a wild fire, which I wasn't expecting.

With glued hands Phil and I reach the front of the fancy altar we are stood in front of each other, staring into each others eyes. I've never felt so beautiful in my life and right now I feel like the perfect rose. Phil stares at me and I can tell he's holding back happy tears, I am too. He's just so perfect.

The pastor begins the ceremony and I can see Phil's face doing something I don't like. I can feel his hands shake, as they are still in mine, and his teary eyes begin to look… sad? Mad?

I feel a wind push its way past me and I look at Phil. He's way paler than he usually is. I notice something on his lips. Blood. Blood stained lips. I turn his face towards mine and his eyes have a blurry substance blocking out all the colour with a disgusting grey. I hold his lifeless face and look at the pastor with tears in my eves and his eyes are blurred over too. His cheeks are sunken in and his mouth is hanging open, mumbling something.

I feel something hit my shoe, I'm standing in a puddle of blood, Phil's blood. Phil's mouth is oozing blood and there's blood coming from the back of his head and his forehead. He's been shot. I look behind me to see everyone shot, blood everywhere. On the floor, on them, on the walls. People dead and thrown in piles at each side of the room.

I scream out in terror and the tears create a waterfall coming from my face.

"Bad boys don't get white weddings" The pastor mumbles over and over breathing heavily as if he's been stabbed and dying. His body was wobbly and his blurry eyes kept fluttering open and closed.

"Faggots don't get happy endings" was the last thing he said before his eyes completely disappeared and turned to black holes and he screeched a high pitch scream. What was now standing in front of me was certainly not a pastor, more of like a being that's love in the world of what used to be the living. Wings, fangs, claws and all, it took off, busted through the tiffany window pane.

"Phil…" I whisper, I'm too afraid to speak, too afraid to look over.

No response.

I slowly turn my head. I have to look down to see what became of my boyfri- husband… I scream.

"Dan! Dan!" I feel my body being shaken.

"Dan wake up it was only a dream!" I hear.

It was just a dream. I'm breathing too heavily. I open my eyes to see a worried figure above me, Phil's body is over mine, looking down at me.

Without a word, I rush out the door in my lounge pants and push open the door to the bathroom. I run my fingers through my hair, I can feel beads of sweat. I click the lock and slide down the door hugging my knees and put my head down. I start crying, sobbing into my worries.

"Dan..?" I head coming from the other side of the door. "Dan… are you okay?"

Do I seem okay?

I hear the door knob turn with no avail.

"Dan, can you open the door for me?"

"No…" Is all I can get out.

"Dan, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine.." I say but he can tell I'm crying.

"I can hear you're crying. Baby, open the door."

"No! I'm fine!"

Why did I have that dream. Am I scared of Phil? Am I getting cold feet? The dream felt Like it just happened, like I was really there… it felt surreal. I begin to cry violently, lifting and dropping my head, banging the back of the door because I don't know what else to do. It was like I was in a movie. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. My vision was slow and blurry and my eyes couldn't find a focus, they kept moving arounf the room as if I was looking for a way… out. My eyes and mouth have an over abundance of water while I cry and I can feel my pants getting wet. I hear violent banging on the door and shouts coming from Phil.

"Dan! Open the door, now!" I hear Phil scream.

I notice a shiny object on the sink. My razor. I quickly crawl over to the sink and reach for the blasted thing with shaky hands. I know my cries are loud enough for Phil to still hear because he's banging on the door violently calling my name.

I move my body to the corner of the bathroom opposite the door and look at my wrist and all the scars that healed to thin white lines on my skin. I take the blade out of my razor and throw it at the wall. I have the blade in my left hand and I look at it. I slash my wrist one time, immediately seeing blood. I scream and cry with every deep gash.

"Dan! What are you doing in there!? You're better than this let me in!" He says in a low concerned growling scream.

I continue to slash until blood is gushing out of my wrist and creating stains on my body and pants. I scream loudly with every slash. Banging at the door turns into what sounds like a body slamming itself on it. The knob shaking violently, more than me.

I slice again and the door flies open, being ripped from its hinges. Phil rushing to my side.

I'm crying out loudly with my mouth open and a wet mess on my face.

"Dan… stay with me, look into my eyes." He says loudly clenching his teeth. My head is held between his hands and his kneeling body shakes my head slightly.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry" I say slowly in a quiet teary voice.

"Dan I love you. Stay with me!" I feel my eye lids getting heavy and I can feel Phil start to panic.

He runs out of the bathroom letting my head fall against the wall, tilted up. I look at the sealing because I feel weak. I hear him return but my vision is blurry. I can see with shapes and blurrs that he's on the phone.

"Hello? I need an ambulance now!" It all goes black. The last thing I see is Phil's eyes looking worriedly into mine and I feel his hand on my face.

…

My head hurts. My eyes are closed, but I can tell the lights are too bright. I'm laying on my something, a body? There's a blanket covering us. I can feel there's something on my wrist. I move my head from side to side to try and wake up enough to open my eyes. I feel movement from behind me and I turn to see the most beautiful tired face I have ever laid eyes on.

"Dan…?" I hear a soft voice. "I crawled in with you because I couldn't stand seeing you tremor in your sleep. The nurse wont be back for a little while.

I move my hand to touch my face and that's when I see it. I stop my hand before it gets to my face and stare at my wrist. Bloody bandages. I furrow my eyebrows and look up at Phil concernedly. I see the slight bags under his eyes.

"Dan you cut yourself again. You cut yourself up pretty bad, my love. I don't even know why. Why'd you do it, Dan? Why would you do this to yourself, you were doing so good." His arms around me slowly get tighter and he leans his head on mine.

I had no words I just brought both my hands to my forehead, pushing my hair back and begin to cry silently.

"I'm sorry" I feel arms snaking their way up my chest and pressing me against their body, around me, hugging me. He stuffs his face in my neck and I can feel the hospital gown getting wet.

I turn so I can properly embrace Phil. One hand holds Phil's face to my chest and the other rubs his back.

"I'm sorry. I'm here." I whisper closing my eyes, forcing a tear to fall.

Phil's body puls itself from mine. He grabs my hands tightly and looks me right in they eyes, brows in a worried position.

"Why did you do it, Dan? I love you, you know that? Why did you do it?"

"I had a bad dream." I say trying to hide that I'm still crying.

"Please tell me, I really want to help you Dan, I love you."

"Well, it was our wedding day-" I'm cut off by a nurse walking in.

"Oh, Dan, I see you're awake. How are you feeling?" She asks walking over to us.

"Um.. Fine, I guess, I feel okay."

She smiles sweetly. "I'm glad, you were looking pretty bad last night. Well, you're free to go in a few minutes, we just ask that you take it easy for a week or so. Your cloths are in the bathroom over there, get cleaned up, get changed and you can check out and leave."

"Thanks" I say and she leaves.

"Phil, can you help me up?" I ask.

Phil gets up and helps me pull the blankets back. I sit upright with both hands on either side of my thighs and I look down at my feet hovering above the floor. He puts his hand on my back and rubs it. I look up at him and smile like I'm trying, but what I'm trying hurts. I look back down and make my feet touch the floor. I look back up into Phil's eyes and his hand finds mine as he helps me up and then steady myself. It's hard to walk and my legs literally feel like mashed potatoes.

He leads me into the bathroom. I sit down in the chair and he steps out of the bathroom. I look at him.

"Will you be okay on your own in here?"

"No, I don't want to be by myself. I want you to stay with me." He smiles and joins me in the bathroom again.

I reach for my cloths but I can't quite reach them. Phil smiles and hands me the bag. I slip off the boxers I'm already wearing and put on clean boxers with my hospital gown still on. As soon as I move my body so I can pull up my boxers while sitting, I start to remove the gown. I struggle a little bit but Phil was there to help. I stand up so I can get in my skinny jeans but I have a lot of trouble.

"Do you need help?" I nod my head yes and move to sit next to Phil on the side of the bath tub. Phil gets down on his knees and rolls up my pants so it's east for me to get my feet through the leg holes.

"Stand up" Phil says and he and I stand up. "Hold on to my shoulders" He says and he pulls up my pants for me.

"Phil I can't get the zipper… or the button" I say with a bit of shame in my voice because I can't even button my own pants.

"It's okay, pumpkin, I can help you." He says and he bends over to close my jeans.

When he stands up again, he grabs my shirt and throws it over my head. He holds the sleeves so its easier for me to get my arm through. I have long sleeves on.

"When we get home, we'll change your bandages, we didn't want to bother you while you were sleeping."

All I can do is throw my arms around him and hug him tight. I shove my face in his neck and just cry.

"I'm so sorry I did this, I just didn't know what to do and I didn't want you to see me cry like that. I'm so sorry, Phil, I love you so much. I'm sorry." I cry in a muffled voice.

"Dan I love you so much, Please don't hide yourself from me, ever. I want- I need to help you, I love you. You're my everything and I want you to be at least okay." He said turning his face towards me and running his fingers through my hair.

"You'll tell me what that dream was when we get home right?" He asked pulling away from me but holding my hands.

"Yes, of course. Can we leave now? I don't like hospitals."

"I know you don't." He chuckles. "Let's go."

We step out of the elavator and into the lobby. We walk, hand-in-hand, to the office and check out. Phil calls a cab and it takes us home.

"I was at the hospital with you all night, Guess how much sleep I got." He said smiling. I side smile, but as soon as it's there it's gone. "I love you." He says leading me to the couch. He sits down and pats his lap. I sit in his lap and lean my head back to look at him and smile. How did I get so lucky?

"So what was the dream you had last night?" He asks pushing my hair out of my face.

I look into his eyes and my face goes serious.

"You. You were dead… on our wedding day. They took you, they killed you. I couldn't take it." I say beginning to cry.

"Oh, Dan. Dan, Dan, hey It's okay, I'm here. I'm not dead, and our wedding isn't for another two weeks."

"I was afraid. It looked so real. It felt so real, I was scared. I thought it was real." I cry.

He hugs me tightly and rocks us back and fourth. He lays his head on my shoulder and looks down at our hands, which he recently locked.

"I love your hands, Dan. They fit perfectly into mine. They say that only happens with one person in the world, the person you're meant to be with. "He says fondling with my fingers. I lean my head back and look into his eyes, then down to his lips, then back into his eyes. He closes his eyes and leaves in, ridding our bodies of the gap in-between.

I kiss him passionately and he holds me in his arms like he would never let go. He slides his hand up the front of my shirt and runs his hands up and down my stomach and chest. I open my mouth slightly and his tongue finds its way inside.

His hand makes its way down to the front of my pants and he grabs my crotch. "I love you"

"Phil, I can't do this right now, I won't be any good for another few days." He smiles and looks into my eyes.

"I know, I know. I just love you."

The next day I woke up to a trail of rose pedals leading into our kitchen. I smiled like an idiot, so stuck in love, and all I could think about was Phil. I slip my slippers on my feet and start to follow the red rosy trail to our breakfast barstool. There was a small white lined piece of paper surrounded by rose pedals laying there waiting for me.

My dearest Dan,

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I've set something up

For just me and you

Don't be afraid

I'll be back soon

But get dressed and ready

And be here by noon:

The Little Café near the forest

P.S. I love you.

"I love you more.." I thought to myself..

P.P.S. No, I love you more. C; 3

He was the sweetest. I love him. I can't wait to finally marry him. He's just the perfect mess that I love more than anything. He's nerdy, sweet, romantic, funny, natty when he needs to be, broken in some places but just overall the best human being in the world. And what I love most about him is that he's mine and soon to be all mine.

It was all but half eleven and all I could think about was Phil. I haven't seen him since I woke him up to come to the bathroom with me last night and I was sort of nervous to be honest. I didn't want to do anything wrong, I wanted to be perfect for him. I had nice cloths on, not dressy just okay to wear out, but my right sleeve looked a bit weird because I wore long sleeves and kept the bandages on so my stitches don't get all messed up. I pulled at me sleeve as I walked down the street. It would take me at least 15 to 20 minutes to get there.

I walk down the street until I see the small red café and walk towards it. It's a bit cold as it is autumn, but I'm fine with just long sleeves. I still have just about 10 minutes until I'm actually supposed to be there so I visit the store next door which happened to be a book store. I don't really visit the book store often, but I needed something to do so I'm not too early. I browse the romance section, then the biographies, then the comics. I pick up a comic I didn't really take notice to before called Kick-Ass. It seemed like an amazing comic book, no Marvel or DC comic book, but it seemed okay. I eventually decided against it and set it back on the table. I figured I'd visit the bathroom before I leave so I go to the back of the small store and go into the men's room. I do my business and leave. Its 12:02. I should be fine.

I get to the café and instantly my eyes find Phil standing just inside the door. He's dressed nicely, like me, not dressy but okay to wear out. He welcomes me with a hug and leads me to the table. He pulls out the chair for me to sit. This café was my favourite. It was lit by fairy lights and scented candles on every table. Since it was fall, the candle this time was called bonfire. I looked at him with my utmost affection and he smiles back.

"What's this for?" I ask looking around.

"For you because I know you had a pretty rough week. And I wanted to show you something better." He says and grabs my hand from across the table.

"All you really had to do was smile at me, that's the best thing."

He smiles "I wanted to take you on a lunch date because I know you love fall and this café." I smile.

Then, the waitress comes over. She has long brown hair almost the same as mine, maybe a bit darker, that's curled perfectly. "What will we have to drink?" She says looking at us both.

"Oh, um apple cider's good." I say.

"I'll have the same." Phil says.

She smiles and walks away into the kitchen. A few minutes later she comes back with mine and Phil's drinks and sets them down in front of us.

"Are you ready to order?" She asks taking out a notepad and pen.

"You're perfect, you know that?" He puts his arm around me and pulls me into his lap.

"No I'm not, don't lie."

"Yes you are. With your cute brown eyes, brown fluffy hair that sort of smells like burnt toast-"

"Hey, shut up!" I turn around and poke him.

"Haha. That's okay because you make it so beautiful with your straightners even though you don't have to because you're beautiful with your hobbit hair."

"How did I get so lucky?" I lay against him with my head next to his.

"What do you mean?" He looks at me.

"How did I get lucky enough to somehow catch someone who puts up with my shit and cares about me?"

Phil's eyes are looking into mine and I glance down at his lips; centimeters away from mine. I look into his eyes then back down at his lips and close my eyes. He occupies the space in between us with his magical powers and lips as sweet as candy.

"I'm so glad you took me into this forest, Phil. This place is perfect. The trees, the smell, having you with me. This is so perfect. I feel so safe with you. I feel like you're saving me from myself, you're taking me away from my problems and self-destroying mind."

"You're my perfect Danny and I love you more than anything else in this world and you're beautiful and smart and you've been through so much and you're so brave and I just honor you, you're so amazing." He wraps his arms around me tightly, squeezing my arms into my sides. He kisses the side of my face and my neck over and over again in a flutter of kisses, making me laugh.

It soon turned for the better. He slowed down the kisses and kissed my neck tenderly and looks into my eyes. I look into his eyes and they speak the lullaby of love and lust. He returns his focus to my neck and I lean back giving him better access and he runs his hands over my chest. I moan quietly as he's sucking and gently biting a very sensitive spot on my neck.

"Phil, I think I'm ready."

"For what?" He asks in a breathy voice as he quickly goes back to my neck making me fling my head back in pleasure.

"I think I'm ready. I wanna go all the way… with you. It's like magic. I thought I'd never be ready for my first time, but now I have you. I love you so much and today just seems so right. Everything seems so perfect and content, I wanna turn that magic into love. I wanna love you, Phil. I want you to love me." He caresses my face and kisses me so tenderly and lovingly.

Phil pushes me lightly, asking me to move off him. I slide off him and right next to him. He stands himself up and holds out his hand for me to take. I take it and he helps me up. With both my hands in his he kisses me so sweetly on the lips and leads me a bit further into the woods where there's a tent and a camp fire ring.

"I planned out our weekend. I have everything we'll need in the tent. And I love you so much."

"I love you so much, Phil. I love you. I love you. I love you." I launched myself at Phil as soon as we reached the tent and we toppled onto the already blown up air mattress.

We have an array of kisses and hugs and squeezes and moans. The moment seems right and the timing is perfect. It would be sunset in an hour and the light from the earth and outer space seemed to create the most beautiful hue that matched Phil's existence in those very moments.

The grunts and clothing being ripped off each other rapidly, the thrusts and pushing and love filled our tent in all the space available. It was like magic, pure magic. Everything felt so right. It felt like a movie, like nothing in this world could be so perfect. The smell of slight sweat on our bodies and the feeling of Phil's breath on me is what made this night seem even more magical.

Magic, magic, magic, I know, but that's what it felt like.

"Mmm, P-Phil." I have no choice but to moan his name as he hits that sweet spot on my neck for the millionth time and I pull his body closer to mine… as if that's possible.

"Dan, Dan, I want you so bad right now. Please for the love of god touch me; do something." He begs looking lustfully into my eyes.

But I decide to tease him.

"Oh, do you want me, do you want me really bad, Phil, huh?" I said flipping us so I was on top straddling his hips. I bite my bottom lip and look down at him while my hands travel all over his body until they reach the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms that are pulled down a bit.

"Dan I want you so bad. I want you so bad" Phil panted slamming his mouth sloppily to mine and kissing me passionately.

"You're going to have to get on your knees and beg, honey. Get on your knees and beg." I order standing up and looking down at him.

"You kinky little shit." He stands up.

"Oh Phil I love it when you swear. It turns me on so hard." I say pushing his head, making him get down on his knees and shove his head closer to my growing little friend… well not so little to be honest.

He kisses from my navel and pulls my pants down while doing so. I feel my member fall out and hit him in the face. I breathe out as I feel him grab me and start slowly pumping. I close my eyes and lean my head back and both my hands find Phil's hair and tangle themselves in it.

He takes me in his mouth and I gasp. He bobs his head taking me in and out, over and over again an dit feels so good. But I have to stop. I get down on my knees so I'm eye-level with Phil and I kiss him with everything I've got. I turn him around and push him back onto the bed. I put all my weight on him because I know he's able to handle it, he's stronger than me.

I hold him so close and give my heart, soul, and body to him through my kisses and our tongues battle for who loves who more but that's impossible to decide.

I kiss down his body and palm him through his pajama bottoms, then quickly get rid of the over abundance of cloths on Phil. He's so perfect, his body is perfect.

I take his whole member in at once and deep throat him making him gasp. I can hear a string of moans and my name coming from his mouth ans I go faster and move my hands all over his body.

"Dan…. Dan…" I head hin say softly. I look up into his eyes. "Dan, please touch me…" He breathes.

"Oh, Philly, I can do so much better than that." I smirk and make my way to his downstairs. I grab his member and hit it against my lips a few times a look at him with sexy lustful eyes. He closes his eyes as if he's in pain and that's when I decide to take him all in. I deep throat him and spit on his hard member. I hear a string of moans, my name. I replace my mouth with my hands on his dick and I suck on his balls. The moans I hear are the sexiest things I have ever heard.

He grabs a chunk of hair on the back of my head and moves it back to his dick and guides my mouth arounf his tip and pushes my head down until his member is all the way in my mouth. I choke and my eyes begin to water, but it doesn't bother me. Phil kisses my lips passionately as a string of spit is hanging between us. I push him on the bed and hover above him kissing him passionately as he reaches in a bag right on the floor. He grabs a bottle of cherry lube and a glow-in-the-dark condom. I swat the condom away.

"No, no big boy, I want the real you." I say and attach my lips to his steamily again.

Soon I feel a finger near my enterance and I straddle Phil, still kissing him with tongue. "Dan I love you so much, Please don't ever leave me."

"Don't worry I'll never leave your sexy ass. I wink.

Phil slides a finger in my enterance and it feels so good. I moan in pleasure wondering what he will feel like inside me. Another enters and he scissors me. Soon his fingers have stretched this tiny hole and he massages himself with the lube.

"Phil, I'm ready, I'm so ready. I'm ready to feel you inside me and know that this is the only thing I will want that will leave me literally butt-hurt." I say with a slick smirk.

He laughs and places his tip at my enterance. He slowly pushes in and my face screws up a little in this new feeling, but soon changes to pure pleasure.

"Phil…" I breathe as he begins to move slowly.

He breathes heavily and begins to move faster. I also bounce on him, riding him.

Soon he picks me up, still inside me, and stands up. He spreads my ass apart as I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I kiss him deeply, feeling him inside of me. He bounces me and something clicks inside of me. I suddenly feel this explosion of lust and pleasure in the pit of my stomach. He hits that special spot again and I moan uncontroably on his mouth. I sloppily kiss him as I bounce and soon I think Phil ffeels that special feeling in the pit of his stomach. He slams me on a table and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. He moans a deep sound of pleasure as he pounds my ass hole with his big fat cock. I lean back and moan so loudly I'm sure the whole world can hear.

He grabs ,y other leg ans throws it over his other shoulder and pounds me harder. It hurts, but it feels like pure pleasure. We are both lost in our moans until Phil hits that spot one too many times and I release all over myself and Phil. Phil keeps going until he releases his huge amount inside of me. He rides out his orgasm and slows down to pick me up yet again and kisses me so sloppily but so passionately.

He lays both our sweaty bodies on the air mattress and kisses my neck again, takeing in my scent.

"I love you so much Dan, I always wanna make you happy like that. I love you so much, you were the best." Phil mumbles against my cheek. I turn and connect our lips one last time.

"I love you so much more, Phil. You're the only person I could ever trust." He reaches over and grabs a tissue, wiping off most of the sticky substance from our bodies and tosses it on the floor. He snuggles up to me, almost as if I am finally all his and he is finally all mine.

Phil was my first time, and I couldn't be any happier. He seemed so happy to have me, and I felt as if I could trust him with the world. His warm hands embraced me from under the covers as our still naked bodies were tight up against each other.

It was late at night and we stayed that way, naked and entangled in each other. I had the best dream and was in the best state of mind I have ever been in, and I have Phil to thank for that.

Thank you, Phil, I love you forever, and ever. Forever and always.