The Last Video - A Phanfiction

The Last Video

Imagine Phan was real. Dan and Phil finally decided to tell the whole world that they’re together, and they’ve been planning their coming out video for months. They finally recorded and edited it. Phil tweets that they have a big announcement but he wants to wait for Dan to get home so they can watch their fans’ reaction to the video together. 

It’s 9pm. Dan was supposed to get home about that time, so Phil sits infront of the computer and prepares to make their video public. 

It’s 10pm. Dan is still not home. Phil is used to Dan always being late, but this lateness makes him feel a bit uneasy. He thought Dan would care enough for this big event to not be late at least this once. 

10:34pm. Someone rings at their door. Phil runs down the stairs ready to scold Dan with an excited grin on his face. He opens the door, but it’s not Dan standing there. 

 ”Hello” an older policeman says. 

"Hello" replies Phil a bit strangely.

"Can I ask who I’m talking to?" asks the policeman, his eyebrows slightly raised. 

"Sorry, it’s Phil Lester" he holds out his hand to shake, feeling a bit awkward.

"I see." The policeman gives Phil’s hand a quick shake." My name is Commander James Wateridge from the London Police brigade."Phil nods nervously, still not quite understanding what’s going on.

"I came here to report an accident. Do you by any chance know a person called Daniel Howell?" Asks the police going through a notepad.

Phil suddenly becomes anxious, he doesn’t really know why yet. “Yes, he’s my… flatmate” Phil replies. He never called Dan his boyfriend in public before.

"I am really sorry, but he got in a car crash and was taken to the hospital. Could you maybe tell his family about it?"

Phil’s grip on the doorframe tightens. He didn’t feel dizzy, but he felt like he had to hold on to something nonetheless.

"What?" It was the only word he could get out of his mouth as his throat tightened. "This may be really shocking, but I’m asking you to stay calm. He was taken to the hospital, and we would like to tell about it to his family."

It takes every strength from Phil to concentrate on the question. Car crash. Hospital. Tell family. Police. Injured. You were asked a question. Dan is in the hospital. Answer the question. Dan’s injured. He will be fine soon. He will be fine.

"Yes. Yes, I can tell them… it’s ugh… it’s… which hospital?" Phil asks a bit dazed.

"It’s okay, I’ll drive you there" the policeman answers understandingly.

"Thank you" Phil picks up his phone and coat, then quickly jumps in the police’s car. 

Dan is going to be fine. 

***

11am. The wind blows Phil’s hair in weird angles, but he doesn’t care. 

He just stands there looking at the ground that swallowed Dan’s body. He doesn’t cry. Why should he? It didn’t feel like it was Dan under the ground at all. It was just a rock with cravings about someone on it over a numb body buried in the ground. 

Dan would be afraid to be down there. He was afraid of so many things… the dark, being locked up… everything he feared was down there, under the ground with a body. He always had an existential crisis. Why should he live? What good did he do to this world?