Ninety Nine Days - Phan (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Phil's POV

We were arguing. We'd never argued much before, and if we did, it was quickly resolved with a long hug. But this one was different.

"Phil... Have you cheated?" Dan questioned, with a furious and disgusted look on his face. The words hit me hard and I looked back at him, shocked.
"What?" I asked, waiting for him to repeat what he'd just dared to ask me.
My heart beat faster as I pondered over what he'd accused me of.
"Tell me the truth. HAVE YOU CHEATED ON ME?!"

I stayed quiet, refusing to answer his question. I turned away and sulked, holding my lion teddy in one hand, my other hand holding my side.
"Phil!" Dan raised his voice, and his eyebrow. He folded his arms and backed away from me as I walked towards him with open arms. His face contorted into a mask of unspeakable anger, brown eyes narrowing with suspicions.

"I haven't cheated on you, Dan! How could you think that? How could you?! Why would you think that, Dan?! And why would I do it?" I questioned slowly as tears formed in my eyes.
"Don't even try to explain!" He yelled and I choked on a sob as the words left his lips. My chest hurt and tears pricked my eyes, but I stopped myself from crying. I didn't want to show him I was crying. I wanted to look brave and like I didn't care, just so Dan would see how stupid he was being.

"I know what you've done, Phil!" He said angrily and I whimpered and turned my back on him. I couldn't even look at him. I was still clutching the lion teddy that he'd got me for Christmas, petting its soft fur as I looked away from him.

It was my favourite one; of all the lions I had, this one was my favourite. I had named him Striker. It was almost identical to another two I had but it was different to me. It had much softer fur, and a more distinctive face, with shiny brown eyes, which reminded me of Dan's, and a mane that was fluffier than the other lions' one. It stood out as a much better one. I treasured that lion. It was much more special to me than all of the others.

"You... You still don't believe me. Do you?"
I heard Dan draw in a deep breath, followed by an exhausted sigh and I looked down, holding the lion close to my chest. I tried to compose myself - because I didn't want him to know I was crying, even though he could always tell when I was - but the tears fell down my face and I couldn't hold them back.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" He repeated, the anger in his voice increasing. He stood behind me, so close I could feel his warm breath down my neck. He carried on shouting and cursing at me, accusing me of things I wouldn't dream of doing, and I gave up.

Hot tears streamed down from my eyes, making rivers down my face.
"Why are you being like this?!" I asked, trying to fight the uncontrollable sobs that I and Dan knew would lead to my exterior breaking. "I haven't done anything!"

"Stop! Just stop! I know when you've done something, Phil. Stop acting so innocent. You cheated!" He shouted and I looked down. The anger that he spoke to me with was intense, he didn't call me "Philly" or "Lion", he looked at me like I was a complete and utter stranger; like he didn't want to be seen around me.

My whole body shuddered as I let out pain-filled sobs and I held the plush teddy under one arm while I wiped my eyes with the other. "Well... Well I don't have to stay here... Where I'm obviously not wanted..." I stuttered, still crying. I ran off to the kitchen and snatched the car keys from the counter. I dropped the lion as I returned to the living room and stormed out of the house, slamming the door as I left.

I looked back to see if Dan was following me, but he wasn't, and I pulled open the driver's side door. I sat down and wiped more tears away from my eyes. I slammed the door loudly and started the engine. I sat there in the car for a minute or two, with my head on the steering wheel, crying.

I cried so much my vision went blurry and I couldn't see my feet through my watery eyes anymore. I shuddered and looked up again, sighing and breathing unsteadily before relaxing myself the best I could and getting ready to start driving. I didn't know where I was going, or when I was going to come back, but I just needed to be away from Dan. I couldn't be around him when he was that angry.

He could have got so much worse than that; I'd seen him angry like that before. I knew he got worse. I debated whether I should have gone back to check on him or to drive off, and I chose the safer option and reversed out of the space the car was parked in. As I drove, I let out several small sighs as I drove down the street. My hands trembled and I closed my fingers tightly around the wheel.

The morning with Dan had gone fine. It started as it always did, a long morning cuddle in our bed, with the warmth of the sun breaking through the half closed blinds and landing on the duvet. I stared down towards Dan, who had cuddled up against my chest and held me close to him.

We had done a livestream last night, where fans requested what music we were playing whilst we attempted to finish a game Dan had found. One of the songs requested was by The Neighbourhood, and one line stood out to me, as it represented one of my greatest fears:
"When I wake up, I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place."

I was still shaking twenty minutes later, and tears formed in my eyes again. I whimpered quietly as I continued to drive down the busy roads. I still didn't know where I was going. I guess I was just trying to calm down. Take Me to Church played quietly and I felt my tears turn cold as they dripped down my chin.

I thought of Dan as I turned a corner. My eyes were still watery and my vision was starting to blur again. The fight replayed in my mind over and over and over and-

A car crashed into the side of mine. The bonnet of the other car went straight into my side of the car, and I felt the whole front of it crash right into me. I tried to scream but my voice was trapped inside my chest with the fear. My head shot back and everything felt like it was in slow motion as shards of glass flew through the smashed windows at my face. My eyes closed fast in the surreal blur and my neck started to hurt.

I stayed silent; no noise would leave my mouth. My body started shaking and a mix of tears and blood trickled slowly down my face. I could hear voices around me; a woman screaming hysterically; a man yelling and swearing; a small child crying. I drew in a deep breath but my lungs would only let so much air in and my broken ribcage restricted me from breathing.

I tried to open my eyes, yet was met by blinding white pain erupting from my ribs. The pain was ceaseless, and my breath became short and laboured fast.
I managed to force out a small cry as the passenger door flew open. It felt like I'd been sat there for hours, but it must have only been a few minutes. I tried to move my head to see who was trying to help me. I prayed it was Dan.

I coughed a little, forcing up blood from my throat in a crimson mist. This hurt my chest, which was crushed between the other car and the crumpled front of my own car. The back of my head stung as it hit the back of the seat and I tried to release my shoulder so I could move my hand up to hold my head but my body wouldn't respond to anything I tried to do.

A wail of sirens approached me, then halted the advance as I could hear the scuttling of multiple feet. Then everything went black.