Stockholm Syndrome-PHAN AU

Teaser.

My head was pounding as my vision focussed, the room was bright and hurt my already pounding head. I had trouble trying to get my eyes to focus, it was clear I had some kind of head injury.

My eyes finally focussed. Blood. So much blood.

The white room had red stained hand marks dragging along the wall, a clear sign of someone trying to escape.

A female's body was hanging by the neck from the roof. Her lifeless brown eyes were wide open, which made it clear that this hanging was no accident. Red blood poured from her slit throat and down her white shirt, staining it like the room. I screamed, thrashing in the chair I was sitting on wildly.

"How does it feel? Having someone taken away from you?" A voice sneered.

"Dan?" Someone shook me lightly. My eyes cracked open quickly, shooting up in my temporary bed. My breathing was heavy, and sweat was rolling down my back. I reached for my cheeks, they were warm and flushed.

This was a common night terror of mine, there weren't often nights I'd go without one.

My fast beating pulse was thundering in my ears, I touched my neck, and sure enough my pulse was racing. I took a deep breath in and out, in attempt to slow my pulse.

"What happened?" I asked the person, my eyes adjusting to see an ebony haired man standing over me.

"You were screaming again." Phil sighed. I nodded, rubbing my eyes. His bright blue eyes looked at me with concern, he hated me having night terrors. He felt awkward and didn't know what to do, but most of all, he said it scared him, that he hated me reliving that night over and over again every night. We fell into a comfortable silence. Neither of us said much at that point in time, considering we both lost so much.

Phil's phone started to chime, giving both him and I a fright.

Phil pulled the phone out of his black skinny jeans, smiling lopsidedly at me, before answering it. He put it on speaker for myself to hear also.

We were partners in crime, literally.

"PL speaking." Phil said, his voice deeper and more threatening than he used around me.

"We need to get you out of there," A voice down the phone said, before pausing dramatically. "They're coming, they know where you are."

My stomach churned, every time this happened it never failed to make me nervous. When we stayed silent for a few moments, the person on the phone spoke up,

"I'll send a car, we'll get you to the airport and out as quick as possible. You need to get out now." The person said hurriedly.

"Alright." Phil said, clicking the line dead. We both paused for a moment, before laughing. Call us crazy, but we were both so awkward we just laughed at silent situations.

"We need to go." I smiled, pulling my shirtless body out of bed. My grey sweatpants stuck to me from the sweat. My dog tag hung around my neck, and my messy hair stuck in funny directions. Phil smiled at me.

I'd always found Phil a beautiful creature. His black hair falling over one eye. His tattoo sleeves colourful and vibrant, unlike mine, which consisted of just black tattoos. His pink lips always smiling lopsided at me. I would never tell him that, though. He would look at me like an idiot. He was my best friend.

I grabbed a white teeshirt and pulled it over my head, then played with my hair a bit to tidy it. I felt Phil watching me intently as I got ready, which never failed to make me feel self conscious, even though I shouldn't feel like that.

"Ready?" Phil spoke up when I shoved my phone in my pocket.

I studied Phil for a second, he was wearing dark clothes for once in his life, and I was wearing white.

"Yeah." I chewed my top lip. "I guess I have to be." I smiled softly. Phil grinned back at me, before gesturing me to follow him.

"Chris sent a car, it's waiting a few blocks away. We don't have much time." Phil said warily, opening the front door to the small house we - borrowed.

I nodded, knowing we never had much time and every time we did this; we gambled with our lives.

We stayed silent as we walked the London streets. I felt a bit odd leaving our finger print evidence at that house.

Phil smirked at me, knowing what I was thinking.

Bang.

A loud noise exploded through the midnight London streets, I turned to look back quickly to notice the entire house had gone up in flames.

"Run." Phil said, and I obeyed.

I knew he could never leave without a dramatic exit.

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Welcome to my new Dan and Phil fan fiction!

I called this 'Stockholm Syndrome' after 1georgia's YouTube video Stockholm Syndrome, which I attached in the side as a trailer.

The chapters will be starting in exactly a month today, (10 August today, 10 September chapters start), so I can start to plan out all my chapters, storyline etc. This is a pretty rough teaser, I know what is going to happen but I have yet to write it down.

I promise the first chapter will be out exactly the 10 of September.

I like to do teasers to get everyone hyped so enjoy!

Questions:
How do you like the sound of this?
Could I make any improvements?
Any ideas for chapters?