Dan and Phil

Yeah so this is just a little thing... .-. It's about Dan Howell (danisnotonfire) and Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) so yeah...... ENJOY :D

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~*~Dan's POV~*~

"Phil- Yes Phil. Phil- Phil I'll be home in a minute! Yes, Phil- I just have to stop at the store. Phil- I'll be at the restaurant in a minute. Okay, bye. Yes, love you too. Fine! Bye!" I quickly ended the conversation with Phil, shutting the door behind of me. Trotting down the stairs, I walked down to the lobby, stopping and holding the door open for an elderly couple who lived in the building.  

'Damnit Dan, don't be so nice. It's ruining you.' I scolded myself. 

I wrapped my small jumper tighter around my body as the cool air of London hit me. My feet led me to the small parking area next to the building, and over to my car. I had managed to buy myself a new car a few weeks after Phil and I decided to be together, not as friends, but as a couple. Words cannot describe how lucky I am to have such a funny, loving man like Phil in my life.  

I unlocked my door quickly and out the key in the ignition, allowing the car to burst into life. I turned on the air quickly, letting the warm air flow into the car. I quickly buckled before pulling out of the small space. I was driving by quickly, trying to get to the store quickly so I wouldn't be late to Phil and I's date. I smiled at the small children walking down the street with their mother, pulling her arms, begging her to go to different stores and such. My attention quickly turned to a young girl being pushed and shoved by an older man. My small smile had quickly vanished as I saw him push her against a wall. Pulling over into a nearby space against the sidewalk, I quickly got out of my car. The door shut quietly as I made my way over to the girl. I could hear her pleading cries, begging him to stop. I turned around the corner to the alley they we standing in. The man had pulled a knife, threatening her to scream. Though I didn't know the girl, I felt the need to help her.  

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" I screamed at the man. He turned quickly, allowing me to catch a glimpse at his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a 5 o'clock shadow growing on his jaw, signaling he hadn't shaved in a while. He stalked toward me, getting right in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol. 

"What about you buddy? What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked. I raised my arms quickly. 

"Look, I don't want any trouble, just let the poor girl go." My voice trembled with fear, showing him how vulnerable I truly was. The girl behind him was shaking and crying in the corner of the alley. 

"If you didn't want any trouble then why'd you come over here?" He said, raising his voice in the process. My head lowered.  

"I- I don't know." My head shot back up, "Just let the girl go." He scoffed.  

"Yeah, whatever." He hobbled away quickly, leaving me and the girl alone. I quickly ran over to her in the dark corner. 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She looked up at the sound of my voice, but said nothing. Her eyes traveled behind me, but shot back to me in an instant. I could see fear, and worry. My arms wrapped around her, oblivious to anything around me except for the fragile little girl in my arms.  

"Stupid prick, you should watch your back." I heard. My head shot around, but only to come face to face with the man before. His eyes shown a glint of excitement as he shoved a knife in my face, 

"You see this?" He asked. I nodded slowly. "This, and me of course," he added with a chuckle, "Will be the last things you ever see." His smile grew wider as he took the knife and plunged it into my chest. 

But, he was wrong. The last thing I saw was the look of sadness, surrounded by tears, that was formed upon Phil's face in the distance.

~*~Phil's POV~*~

'What the hell is taking him so long?' I wondered. My eyes wandered to the clock against the walls of the restaurant, showing me that he was about 30 minutes late. I inwardly groaned. I quickly stood up and left the restaurant, but not before paying. I walked into the parking lot and jumped into my car. 

'I swear- this boy is going to pay.' I kept thinking over and over again on my way home. Well, I did, until I saw his car parked along the street, not to far from the flat.  

"What the hell-?" I asked aloud. I parked along side of him and got out. I quickly looked in each shop to see if he was in one, but found nothing. I was close to giving up, and trying to see if he was at the flat, until I heard his voice coming from a nearby alley.  

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I found myself standing at the front of the alley, hidden by the brick wall. My eyes caught glimpse of Dan holding a younger girl in his arms. She looked to be about 15, 16 at the latest. My eyes wandered away from Dan to see an older man, in his late twenties step out of shadows towards him, with a knife in his hands.  

"Stupid prick, you should watch your back." The man said. Dans head turned around quickly.  

I knew he was going to hurt him, I knew I needed to scream for help, to stop him, or do anything for that matter, but I couldn't. I was frozen. I knew to would be the end for Dan. The only thing I could do was watch in horror, and let the soundless tears stream down my face.  

The man walked closer to Dan, and got up in his face. 

"You see this? This, and me of course, will be the last things you ever see." I heard the man say. 

I gasped as he struck Dan in the chest with the knife. I stood there, in shock. I wanted to run over to him, hold him, keep him safe in my arms. I wanted to show him I loved him.  

Every memory of Dan and I's relationship flashed before me.  

Our first video together. 

The first time he messages me. 

Our first Skype. 

When we first met. 

When we moved in together. 

When we confessed we both had feelings for the other. 

When he told me he loved me. 

Every little memory floated in and out of my mind. He was too young to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. He had just went back to school, he didn't deserve any of this.  

Tears came streaming faster, nothing could stop them.  

I vaguely noticed the man walk over the girl and trying to get her to stand up, away from Dan and to get her to leave. He continued pulling and pushing her forcefully. Something in me snapped. This man had to stop. Now. I had sealed with the death of my best friend a few years back, I didn't need Dan gone too.  

I found the strength within me to walk over to him. I pulled the man away from the girl, pushing him to the ground. I had no idea where this new found aggression had come from, but where it had, it would be used against him.  

"Why?!" I screamed at him. It was obvious he was drunk, but I didn't care. He had killed Dan, my boyfriend, my one true love. He deserved anything and everything that would come to him.  

My fist began punching him repeatedly, ignoring his protests. Nothing could stop me. Every punch was for Dan's life. Every blow to his face was for the pain he had caused. Nothing mattered to me any longer. Dan would do the same for me.  

As I struck him one last time, I noticed he was long from gone. And that the girl had ran away long ago. My attention was immediately pulled toward Dan.  

I crawled off the man and over to Dan. I wrapped him in my arms and let the tears fall freely once again. 

"Dan," I whispered, "I love you too."