Chapter 5

~ Dans POV ~

I hugged Phil for a long time and kissed him gently before we left each other for the moment of death. I ran down the street as it started to rain, just like in a movie. I heard someone screaming from the little beach beside the bridge so I ran faster until I could see someone in a cap pulling Chris’ hair while he stood on his knees.

“Stop it you’re hurting him!” Phil shouted and ran to the man, I could tell they had a conversation but didn’t hear what they said, and I gesticulated for the police to come closer, and as the man pulled out a gun the police shouted “Freeze!” and then he shot him.

“NO!” I and Chris shouted at the same time as the man laughed evilly. I took of Chris’ manacles and he stood up beside me. The police was just about to bring the man into the car when I said “stop.”

“What is your name sir?” I said. “August Genvelly.” He said. “Well, August, I don’t really know how to say this… fuck you.” I punched him the face and he flew into the backseat in the car.

“The ambulance is coming,” said Chris and sat down by Phil. He had a bullet in his arm near his chest, he was still breathing. Chris took his sweatshirt off and used it as a towel to stop the bleeding. Now I started crying… what if Phil doesn’t make it?

~ Phils POV ~

The first thing I heard (when I realized I wasn’t dead) was annoying bleep-noises from a machine. Bleep, bleep. Someone entered the room and closed the door. Bleep. Bleep.

“Are you sure he will be alright?” said a voice, and another one sighed. “I’ve already told you at least three times, Mr Howell, he will be alright. He will be damaged for a week or so but except that he’ll be just fine.” Someone sat down next to me on my bed.

“I don’t know if you can hear me… but if you do, squeeze my hand.” I felt Dans warm, shaking hand on mine and I tried to squeeze it. It didn’t work, why couldn’t I squeeze his hand?

“Okay. I have to be honest with you, only and idiot like me talks to someone who can’t hear you… but I just wanted to say that I love you and I have done that for so long, more than three years. You are so beautiful, your giggle is adorable. Don’t be ashamed of laughing because of your tongue, you’re so beautiful. I never told you because I didn’t want to ruin everything but with all this… drama… I feel like I should’ve told you before, in case I lost you. Honestly, I don’t understand how I could live without you. You really are AmazingPhil, and you have always been.” He kissed my forehead.

My eyes got filled with tears and soon they started to dwell down my cheeks. There was so much I wanted to tell him, how much I love him. With all my strength I squeezed his hand and I could almost feel him smiling of happiness. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was his face.

“I love you Daniel,” I said with a Grin, he didn’t like when I called him his real name, but he just smiled and said; “You’re the only one allowed to say that”. I pouted like a five-year old. “You just ruined one of the best inside jokes in world history.”

Somehow I was happy I got in this situation, because I was there with Dan, and this time when he was my boyfriend. All this because of a stupid bet. “I bet you can crash a bottle on your face” was the line that gave me my true love. I didn’t make it thought, I lost much money, but I won what’s even more important.

Dan Howells Heart.

Sorry that I didn't post this yesterday, I was really busy and forgot. But meh, whatever. Should I write an Ianthony fanfiction too? I think so! Won't be finished until christmas though. Thank you for reading! <3

Chapter 4

I woke up from a scream, a long painful scream. I heard who it was, Phil. I ran into his room and turned the lights on. He lied on the floor with his leg twirled. I got down to help him and realized that wasn’t the biggest problem. Phils back head was bleeding after hitting his endtable by the bed. I got some tissues to stop the bleeding and twisted his leg back to its normal position, trying to ignore Phils painful moaning.

“I fell out of my bed…” Phil said while sipping on his chocolate. It was 4 in the morning and we sat on the balcony in blankets, I had wrapped Phils head in toilet paper and towels. No one said anything, everything was really awkward after we went to the hospital and revealed our love for each other. Did I ruin our friendship? This far, it doesn’t seem like we can ever be friends the same way again.

“Phil, we can’t go on this way… it’s so silent. Maybe we should go out tonight, to a bar or something?” I suggested.  Phil looked at me with a smiled and sighed. “Well, I guess we can. But remember to bring my wheelchair.” Damn it, the wheelchair.

“Maybe we should just go for a walk in the center park, what do you say?” Without waiting for an answer I dragged him in to the flat sitting on the wheelchair. “…Dan?” he mumbled but I just kept smiling and put my jacket and shoes on.

And right as we got out, it started snowing. Phil, who was sleeping, woke up from the cold air. “It’s snowing!” I said and threw a snowball at his back. “Ah!” he sighed and laughed. I gave him some snow so he could have his revenge on me. We were out for about two hours until we got hungry, so we went to Shake Away and got ourselves a milkshake and a snack. After that we went home again because Phil had to make a video.

It's almost midnight here and I have to get up in time. Goodbye.

Lawl.

Chapter 3

 ~Phils POV~

The nurse left the room and I sat up reaching for my lunch. I grabbed it and put it on my legs and started eating. I just ate and ignored Dans glance at me. When I was cleaning around my mouth with a white tissue Dan mumbled, “Phil… what was it that you wanted to say?”

I threw the tissue into the rubbish bin and sighed. “No really Dan, it was nothing, okay? Can you get me my phone over there on the desk?” I said and pointed at the brown desk. Dan just kept looking at me with his ambercoloured eyes.

“Phil, you can tell me anything. If you don’t, I will keep asking you about it until you give me a logic answer. What did you want to say?” Dan said with a sharp voice, like our old teacher Mrs Terric. I sighed again and was about to say the last thing I said, but then I realized he may be right. I can’t keep it away forever, can I? I shook my head. “Dan please don’t hate me for this…” I mumbled and could feel my eyes getting wet. Something touched my head, it was Dans hand. I can’t say I didn’t like it though, Dan knew I was bisexual but I never told him that I loved him… that way.

“… Phil?” he said in a worried voice. I looked straight into his eyes, and got lost in a storm of silence. “I… I cut myself in my forehead, and then I lost so much blood I fell down a staircase and broke my leg… then I woke up and crawled to somewhere no one would notice me.” I thought I’d feel him judging me, but instead he just patted my head and looked down on the band aid on my forehead.

“W-w-why?” He stuttered. I didn’t want to tell him this. But he’s my Dan, my diary where I leave my memories and secret, and the lock never breaks. I have to tell him. “Dan I… I am depressed, b-because…” I said, but I felt that I couldn’t keep talking. ”Phil, I don’t hate you… I’m just…” he said, it seemed like both of us had our words stolen.

“Love.” I just simply said. Dan looked at me, but not in a confused way, like he understood. He didn’t though… right? “You’re depressed because of love?” Dan said with his wonderful voice. I looked down on my sweaty hands and nodded, “Mhm…”

“Well…so am I. I’m in love with someone who impossibly can like me too…” said Dan and I looked up at him with a smile. He nodded and looked down at the floor. “It’s not impossible Dan.” I said and took a deep breathe. “Dan… I love you,” I said and looked right into his brown eyes, and instead of hiding his teeth as he use too, he smiled big, and anyone could tell how happy he was. He leaned over and kissed my scar on my forehead. He sank his head so that our faces where only centimeters away from each other. I go in for a kiss and he joins me. “I love you…” he says and smiles.

Remember, I just copy and paste from the document on my computer, not looking for any mistakes. I didn't want to this time because it's so awkward with all this cheesy ily-stuff and so on ._.

Chapter 2

I sat there pretending to read a comic book of batman, but secretly I was watching every move Phil made. He’d lost a lot of blood so once we got to the hospital he fainted, but we got help fast. Suddenly he moaned. “D-Dan…” I looked up, did he just say my name? I can’t say I didn’t like it t- No man, you’re not fucking gay are you? I shook my head and tried to focus on the comic book.

“I love you…” Phil suddenly whispered and smiled in his sleep. I automatically smiled myself, he was so cute when he was silly. A giggle flew out of my mouth, and Phil was awake again.

“Hey man… what’s so funny?” he said, and I blushed not knowing what to say. “Er… I…” I stuttered and Phil looked even more curious. “It was just something Batman said” I said. Phil nodded his head and sat up as I went to sit on the bed.

“How do you feel?” I said. I felt really dumb asking him, but somewhat I was really worried. “I’m better…” He said, he knew what my next question would be. “How did you… how did you get there?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer. Phil pretended to look around in the room.

“I think… I got drunk and was going home to a girls place. I’m not sure what happened next, but I woke up and… someone hit me. On my legs, my arms my head… ah my head!” he said stroking his forehead. “Phil, you do realize it’s really important that we find out who did this to you?” I said and looked straight into his ice blue eyes. He nodded but didn’t stop staring at me. We sat like that for a while, and when he started to smile I realized that we had been staring at each other so I stood up.

“Dan… I actually-“he started but when one of the nurses opened the door he sat straight up and stopped talking. She noticed that she had interrupted him, smile.

“Oh, don’t let me bother you! I was just going to get my things,” she said. “No, no it’s okay it was nothing.” Phil said. But I have a feeling he had something really important to say. The nurse picked up her bag and lunch, waved, and closed the door when she left.

Yeah I'm writing on a Phanfic (see what I did there) and I thought I would keep you guys updated!

I Bet You Love Him – A Dan and Phil fanfiction.

Chapter 1

~Dans POV~

It was a rainy day in Manchester and I just sat there on the couch. The phone rang and I got up to answer. “Hello?” I said. Someone was coughing in the phone and I started sweating.

“Is anyone there?” I said again, hoping for an answer. I realized I hadn’t checked what number called – ‘Phil’ it said. “P-Phil? Is it you?” I heard a cracking noise and went out to the hallway getting dressed, what if something happened to him?

“D-Dan…” said Phil, barely breathing. “Oh my god man, are you okay? Where the fuck are you?!” I yelled at the phone. “I… I don’t know really. It’s just totally white, with a fence out to the street . I can’t g-get o-o-out.” He kept coughing.

“How high is the fence?” I asked, maybe I could bring a ladder and climb over. He coughed again.

“A little less than one meter,” He said. “Phil that’s ridiculous, even my little sister could climb over!” I said sarcastic. “That’s the thing… I think my leg is broken, I can’t walk.”

I couldn’t find words; my mouth wouldn’t let me speak property. “How did you ge- wait that’s not important. Where the fuck are you?” I could sense that this wasn’t good. “I don’t know, I already told you that! Outside a bar or something I think, there’s a bunch of noise and beats.”

Oh No, there’s many bars in Manchester. I just shook my head and tried to calm down. “Phil haven’t you called 911?” Silence. “No…” he said shy. I went out the door and locked the flat. “Hey, turn your gps on!” I said, why didn’t I think of that earlier?

Turns out Phil are in in the south of London, and without asking how the hell he got there I just took a taxi to pick him up.

“Phil?” I shouted, hearing a cracking sound. I walked faster from where the sound came from. “P-Phil is that you?!” I said panicky. Luckily, it was. He sat next to a huge wall trying to stand up, or maybe talk?

“Oh my god man,” I said and climbed over the fence. He had a black eye over his left eye and blood on his hands. I sat down next to him and helped him up. The taxidriver helped me carry him over the fence and then we drove to the hospital. The question was still screaming in my head. Who did this to him?

(I have more chapter done, but I thought I'd troll you guys a little :P No really it would just be messy, so there will be one or more chapter a day. Seeya!)