Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 1

Phil's POV

Outside of the window, I could see the sun setting, the red reflections setting the city on fire. It was, in a way, beautiful. In stormy, grey London, natural colour was hard to come by.

I turned my attention off the skyline and looked back into my camera, but I had lost it. The red light blinked at me, as if urging me to speak, but instead I just stood up and turned it off. I could finish recording later.

I stepped out of my room and into our lounge room. Dan was sitting on the couch, his laptop lying ignored on his lap. He had a troubled look in his eyes as he stared at a random point in our wall. Dark bags lined his eyes. He looked at me as I sat down next to him.

"How'd your filming go?" He asked.

"Good," I replied, shuffling closer to him. "Are you still worried about that dream?"

He nodded. "I couldn't get back to sleep last night."

"Do you reckon it meant something? Your dream?"

He sighed. "I-I think... I don't really know. It just felt so real and I can't get it out of my head." He stayed silent, pondering. "In fact, it almost felt like a warning."

He sighed again, sounding tired and miserable. I wanted to be able to support him, but how do you comfort a person who's only enemy is a voice inside their head?

I kissed his forehead. "How about I order a pizza and we can put a movie on and just spend the night in, yeah?"

He grinned weakly. "Thanks."

As I got up to go get my phone, I tried to dismiss my concerns. He hadn't relapsed into that crippling depression from years ago, but I was still afraid he would. I cast my mind back to all those years ago- his longer hair, his cute little grins, his thin, frail body. As soon as we had moved to London though, he had cut his hair, he laughed louder, and his shoulders got broader.

It was as if he wanted to shed that part of him, the part that had held him down for years. I didn't blame him; he'd had a rough past. And now we were both internet famous, we had our own radio show, our own flat and life couldn't get better. He'd even overtaken me in the amount of subscribers, which I was proud of him for.

However, he wasn't comfortable coming out to such a large group of people, and I didn''t push him. He had grown so much more confident, but I knew it wouldn't take much to undo all that progress.

Half an hour later, we were both sat on the couch, stomachs full of pizza, watching Avatar. Under the blankets, out legs were all tangled together, and his head rested on my chest. I was extremely comfortable. He appeared to be as well, from his content sighs every now and then.

By the time the movie had finished and the credits were rolling, my eyes were getting droopy. It had been a long day. I slowly faded off to sleep.

Dan's POV

Phil was asleep by the time the movie ended. No wonder- he'd been up really early planning for his video.

Some people looked really ugly when they slept, but Phil wasn't one of them. In sleep, those worry lines that so often creased his face were no longer there. He wore a peaceful, almost happy expression.

I knew I was probably the main source of his worry. I knew he was constantly watching me, waiting to see if I would relapse.

The fact was, though, that I wouldn't relapse if he were with me. It occurred to me how much his existence in my life impacted my wellbeing. I knew I would be lost without him, and that was what worried me. And that was why the dream was causing me so much stress.

You see, Phil has bought so much happiness and light into my life. What if, I wondered, one day he left? What if one day I woke up to an empty flat, to find that he had gone? Or, what if he got ill? What if he died? Where would I be then?

I shook my head, reassuring myself that he is right here, you're lying on him, hear his breathing, he's not dead...

But my heart was racing impossibly fast, and I felt this weird burning sensation in my lungs. My vision started to tip, making me feel dizzy. I felt like I was having an asthma attack.

I rolled off Phil and stood up, the ground swooping beneath my feet. This, I thought, is what a panic attack feels like.

I stumbled to the bathroom, panting like a dog, and braced myself on the vanity. I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to calm my racing pulse.

It's okay Dan, Phil's in the other room, he promised he wouldn't leave you, he loves you, he promised...

But the other voice in my head said otherwise.

False reassurances. People break promises. You're weak, pathetic.

All of a sudden the door opened and Phil looked in, worried, as usual.

"Dan- Oh my God are you having a panic attack?!" He exclaimed as he rushed in. He grabbed my wrists and dragged me to my bedroom, which was dark. He sat me down by the bed and crouched over me, speaking softly.

"It's okay, Dan. I'm right here. Stay with me, okay? I love you."

And slowly, the world stopped spinning and my heart slowed to a normal rate, and my lungs stopped burning. I looked at Phil, his eyes almost glowing in the moonlight shining through the window.

"Do you wanna talk?" He asked kindly.

"In the morning," I replied, my voice sounding hoarse.

He nodded sympathetically. "I'll go get you some sleeping pills and a heat pack, okay?"

I nodded and he lifted me into bed. He left the room for about 5 minted whilst he collected the pills.

Soon I was dead to the world, lost in a dark abyss of dreamless sleep.

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yO WADDUP JESS IS IN DA HOUSE

jk but seriously I am back for my second fic!! If you have not read my other one, Magnets, I suggest you do so because this is the sequel.

Also, with each chapter comes a song that fits the theme of said chapter! *awed gasps* so if you have emo music taste (like me) I think you would enjoy that.