The One - Phanfic AU

Prolouge

TRIGGER WARNING
Dan's POV:

Im sitting in my room thinking about my life, and it sucks. I'm failing almost every class at University, and I don't even know why I went into law. It's soooo boring. And my job at the stupid grocery store is horrible.

I come home from University one day, throwing my backpack on the ground and screaming into my pillow in frustration. I got an F on my Maths test today, all because my stupid professor hates me. I studied as hard as I could for the past week, yet I still got an F.

I start crying into the pillow I am holding, thinking about how fucked up my life has become. I pull my jumper over my head and scream once again. Why is my life so fucking hard?! I just want to be happy!

I slowly get up from my bed and walk into my bathroom. Calm down Dan. Calm the fuck down. Imagine the homeless and starving people out there who have it so much harder than you. I can't. They don't know how I'm feeling right now. Almost unconsciously I reach for the razor blade. It's my last resort. I want to feel something other than hatred and frustration. I slowly bring the blade down to my wrist and swiftly swipe it across my skin. I bite my lip trying to stop my self from screaming in pain. At least it's something other than what I was feeling. I glide it across my skin once, twice, three times more until I feel better. It helps. But I still just want happiness, not sorrow or sadness. I want to feel loved. I want to love someone else. But I cannot love myself because I made myself fail at life. I blame myself. For all of this.

I clean up the blood from the sink and then my arm, wrapping it up afterwards. I walk back to my room, laying down on my bed feeling tired after a long, hard day. I stare up at the ceiling thinking about one thing I have been questioning and denying since I was 15... Am I gay? This question brings an even heavier weight down onto my shoulders. When I turned 15, this thought just came into my head and it hasn't left and I'm 17. Most of my nights are spent just like this. Staring at the ceiling thinking about it. It had consumed my entire life. I got more and more sleep deprived thinking about it and my mum started to notice. She kept questioning me about it and I just kept saying I was fine. She would never understand if I told her what I was going through. And she would hate me. She thinks that being gay is a sin and that I would go to hell. I just- I don't know what to do. I hate myself. I hate everything about myself.

*time skip*

I had just come home from University and just decided to surf the web. It's comforting in a way. But also harsh. I don't know but it makes me happier. Especially YouTube. I've been surfing through YouTube for a while watching whatever seems interesting when a video was recommended to me. It was titled "staplers are DANGEROUS" It looks funny and the guy in the video is kinda cute. No! Dan! Stop it! Ugh!!! I end up watching the video and by the end of I had come to one conclusion, I. Am. Gay. He's just so cute! And his smile is perfect and his laugh could kill! I need to meet him.

A/N: Hi! So this story is going to be a collaboration. The writers are going to be @xconnorxfrantax who will mostly be writing Dan's POV and @lonelyxfangirl who will mostly be writing Phil's POV. We both put our ideas together for the prologue though. This story will have a trigger warning and smut. We will give warnings in the chapters if it contains trigger warnings or smut warnings. This will (obviously) have swearing. We hope you enjoy!