Can You Fall InLove With Your Best Friend? (Phan)

Chapter Twenty Four

A/N

I was listening to this song whilst writing this chapter and it just felt right, idk. what do you think?

ON WITH THE STORY!

Phil's POV

I can see the sun peaking through the curtains, must be coming up to morning then.

I haven't eaten a thing since yesterday, no food, no water. My face is so tight and sore from the blood and bruises that are scattered across my face. I don't know if I can take much more of this. How long will it be before I pass out. How long will it take for it to end, end for good.

Where are you Dan, I just hope and prey that he's ok and not upset or distressed, I can't bare the thought of him being all alone in my house with nobody to help him...and all because I didn't leave him and freaking note.

I get snapped out of my thoughts with Emma slapping me around the face. I let out a small whimper and she just lets out a witch like cackle.

"Now Phil, were going to try this one last time, if you don't tell me where Dan is then your going to get more than a beating." I don't understand what she means by 'more than a beating' until I hear the click of a gun pointed at what looks like my stomach and I look emotionless.

I don't say a word. I sit there. Waiting for that shot to fire. For that bullet to penetrate my stomach. To let the blood come trickling out and for death to take me away with not say in it.

"Well? Are you going to tell me, or are you really going to take a bullet for him, don't be the dead hero Phil, hmm?" She then snaps at me and I flinch.

I look at her and smile.

"No" It sounds so simple but that one word makes Emma take a step back and look me with a puzzled expression on her smug little face.

But before Emma could reply I could hear the faint sounds of a sirens, police sirens.

"It can't be! BRAD GO CHECK!" I hear Emma shout as she walks out of the room and I then hear the sound of her slamming the door.

It might be Dan! He might find me!

Right Phil don't get your hopes up.

The sound of sirens get closer and stops outside the building. I hear the sound of banging on the door and it breaking down and shouts and screams of my name and Emma and Brads being called out.

I see Emma walk back into the room with the gun still in her hand.

"I'm going to jail anyway so why not!" And before I can comprehend what she says two gun shots and a sudden pain to my stomach enter and a I see a sheet of red spread across my shirt.

No...

Dan's POV

*5 minutes before*

We arrive at the house and I follow the Police and the detectives to the front of it. Some of the police go around the back but me and the detectives go to the front. Jones starts to barge at the door and soon enough it breaks down and we walk inside cautiously.

I take the first room to find nobody in there.

Second room...nobody.

Third? You guessed it, nothing.

But just as I was about to open the last door, two loud bangs come from it.

You know that ringing sound that you hear after a bombs been dropped in those movies. Well that's exactly what I'm hearing right now.

Everything goes so quickly. I rush in to see Emma smiling with tears in her eyes and a gun in her hand pointing at...Phil's stomach. My eyes then dart to where the gun is pointing to see the horrific sight of blood spread across his shirt.

A single tear leaves my eyes as shock turns into anger as I lunge towards Emma at a powerful speed and we both fall to the floor and I repeatedly start to punch her. Scream at her. Saying "HOW DARE YOU" and "I FUCKING HATE YOU".

I grab the gun from her hands and point it at her head.

"Dan...s-stop, p-lease, y-you d-don't wan to d-do this" I hear Phil faintly whisper and I drop the gun, punch Emma one final time to knock her out and rush down next to Phil.

"Oh my god Phil, I'm so sorry! Your going to be ok, we'll get to the hospital and it will all be ok!" I chock out as it rip a bit of my shirt of and put pressure on Phil's wounds with it.

"N-no, I'm s-sorry Dan...m-my fault, no-not y-yours...I love you..." Phil whispers so quietly and weakly that I can barely hear it but I just managed to make out what he just said.

"No...no no no no no no." I mumble looking at Phil's limp body. "JONES! STEWARD! HELP!" I scream and a couple of seconds later the rush in and slump down next to me.

I see Jones checking for a pulse.

He looks at me with a sympathetic look and he shakes his head.

My eyes then brim with tears and I just let go. I bawl into Phil's lap.

I can't loose him...not now.

"Can't y-you call an ambulance! Something? ANYTHING?!" I scream, still crying.

"Already done, there on the way Dan but I don't think they can do mu-"

"DON'T you dare. Don't you dare say it, Steward. He's going to be fine." I sharply mumble.

A couple of minutes later the ambulance arrives and takes Phil away on a stretcher.

His skin. White as a ghost. His blood stained shirt. Tear stained cheeks. Bruise ridden face. His beautiful untouched body. Destroyed in a matter of no more than a day, but he's still my Phil.

My beautifully happy Phil.