Teddy Bear (PHAN OMFG)

Chapter 1

Third Person Limited POV:

"Have I really fallen in love?", Phil thought, but whispered quietly.

He had been friends with the not-so-popular Daniel James Howell. Phil was one of those type of people. The popular, rich kid who others thought was the most important person in the world. Others just wanted to be in his place of state in high school. Dan was so torn. He felt as if he had nothing to live for. Nothing to even exist as.

Phil was walking down the hallways of hell together with his friendly companion, Dan.

"Hey Phil, I need you to come over tonight. We really need to talk.", Dan said shyly.

"Oh yeah. Of course! My mum is working late tonight, and my dad is on holiday.", Phil exclaimed not knowing something was wrong.

~4 hours later~

Dan and Phil walked along the pavement. Dan, kicking tiny rocks out of his way. Phil, just smiling happily enjoying Dan's company. The two quietly whispered little things that they absolutely love about each other. Phil loved Dan. He wanted to take it a step further and ask if he would be his boyfriend. Dan thought the same. But was it true?

The duo reached the younger one's house.

"Well here we are!", Dan said opening the door.

" And this is the.. 67th time I've been here in the past five months?", said Phil walking in after being escorted and invited.

The two walked up the stairs over to Dan's bedroom after greeting his mum.

"So... I need to tell you something.", Dan told anxiously.

"I need to say something too."

"Let me go first. I have a confession. If you don't know, I haven't been so happy with my life lately. Even though I have a great friend like you to look up to when I'm sad, it hasn't been enough to even cheer me up the lightest. I have been trying to get rid of this emotional pain. So, I have been cutting. Nothing more, nothing less. Almost every night, I make two deep cuts in my left wrist. This is why I have been wearing long sleeves and jumpers every day to hide the scars.", Dan sobbed.

" I-I-I don't know what to say. W-w-why are you feeling this way? I don't want you to. You cant do this to me. If you die, I don't know what I would do. I love you Dan.", Phil tried to say as he was silently bawling.

Dan lifted the left sleeve from his black jumper. Six scars were there. All were recent. He then guided Phil over to his bathroom where he kept his razors in a small box inside a drawer.