How to Help Howell?

Part 11

Hehe sorry for the cliffhanger at the end of the last one, I'm evil >:)

Enjoy-

-Gus

Phil's POV

It was about 2 milliseconds after insulting Dan that I realized how much I regretted it and didn't mean what I had said. I was just so frustrated! How could Dan not understand how beautiful he was!

I know that might sound weird, but Dan really was beautiful. I've always felt that handsome wasn't a strong enough word to describe him.

He had walked into the bathroom, probably to calm himself down and I had just sat on his bed, pondering what I could possibly say to him when he got out of there to make up for those accidental words that had probably made him feel terrible.

I started to get worried when I heard the water running for a long time. Dan never took baths, the only reason he would have to run the water was to test it for a shower, but I never heard the shower head turn on. The water soon shut off and I tried to check on him.

"Dan?" I knocked on the door. "I really didn't mean what I said out there, I wasn't thinking! You're not stupid, you're just having some trouble seeing how perfect you are." I cringed at the words. Dan didn't feel this way about me! But he just had to know how absolutely flawless he was to me.

"Come on, Dan, say something!"

Silence.

Oh, no.

I had ran down the hall and rummaged through the cupboard where we keep the key for all of the locks inside.

"Dan?! Dan, please open the door!" I frantically yelled at the door, giving him one last chance to open it himself. Hearing no reply, I stuck the key in the lock and turned it.

I opened the bathroom door to find one of the most haunting and terrifying scenes I could have ever imagined.

"DAN!" I screamed in terror at the poor boy face down in a tub of water tinted red with blood.

I quickly sat him right-side up, shaking his shoulders and clapping him on his back after feeling a pulse.

After a blow that I thought might have been too hard on him, his eyes fluttered open and he started coughing and spluttering, spitting up watery blood, or was it bloody water?

I threw my arms around the boy's shuddering and weak form as he started to sob into my shoulder.

After a couple of moments, he pulled away from my embrace and leaned back on the wall of the shower, raising his arms above his head. My jaw dropped to see several deep gashes all along both of his wrists in his attempt to take his own life. I quickly look through the bathroom closet, which had looked recently searched through. I found some bandages and bandaged up his fresh wounds, a little part of me breaking every time he winced from the pain and, I could tell, holding back screams.

I lifted Dan up out of the tub and sat him on the toilet so I could dry his hair for him. While I did this, he just sat there in silence, looking off into space. Only God knows what he was thinking about.

When I had finished, I crouched down on one knee to look Dan straight in the eye. I stared into his blank and broken-looking chocolate eyes in despair. How could the happy boy I had met the first day at that train station be reduced to this?

"Can you walk?" I asked him, concerned. He shrugged and I put his arm around my shoulder and supported him to his bed and sat him down on the same spot we had about a week ago before we went to the supermarket.

I took a deep breath.

"Dan, I didn't mean anything I said before. I just couldn't understand how someone as heart-meltingly beautiful as you could think so lowly of themselves." At the world beautiful, his eyes got wide, then he cocked his head in confusion.

"Yes, Dan, you're the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. Every time you look at me, I feel butterflies in my stomach and my chest gets all light and happy and my face gets hot and...I'm rambling..." My voice trailed off.

I looked down at my shoes until Dan put a finger on my chin and tilted my head upwards to meet his eyes.

He cleared his throat. "I feel the same way.."

Our eyes locked and it had just occurred to me that our faces were only 6 inches apart from each other. The tension between us was so thick, it could be cut in half with a knife. Each of us desperately wanting to close the gap between us, but so scared to at the same time.

I looked at his soft pink lips and couldn't resist myself any longer. I cupped his face with my hand and pressed my lips gently onto his. This quickly turned into one of the most passionate kisses that has ever existed. There was the Titanic kiss, the Notebook kiss, the Romeo and Juliet kiss, but most importantly was our kiss. It contained the pent up emotions we had felt for each other in all the years we've known one another. It had our love, admiration, and appreciation for one another all wrapped up in one of the most spectacular kisses of all time.

My inevitable smile broke the kiss as I spoke the words I had been longing to say ever since I met him.

"Dan Howell, I love you,"