The Love We Share

4.

A/N:
Oops I'm late sorry
Phil's liveshow was amazing as always (no pun intended I swear)
My Smol bean <3
Ps: hope you like heartbreak :))

I was standing two feet away from Phil, from the love of my life, tied to a pole.
I tried to run to him, but my legs stayed firmly in place, as though they were glued to the floor.
I wanted to shout out to him, tell him it was going to be okay, that he would live.
But I couldn't.
All I could do was watch as the kidnapper came out from the shadows and drew his knife.
He turned to me, an glint of evil in his eye, a wide grin plastered on his face.
He turned to Phil, cocked his head and slowly dragged the knife across Phil's bare, sweating chest, leaving a trail of red as it went.
I tried to yell, but when I did, my throat felt as if it was on fire.
All I could do was watch as Phil winced and gasped in pain.
The knife came down to rest just above Phil's heart, where it paused. When Phil's looked at me, the fear in his eyes made my heart swell, and I couldn't take it anymore.
I lurched forward just in time to watch as the kidnapper pushed it through Phil's chest.

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Phil's screams echoed around my mind as I jolted awake, sitting up quickly, my own scream escaping my mouth.
My hands rushed to my face in an attempt to muffle the noise, to find my cheeks soaked.
I had been crying in my sleep.
I looked to the side and remembered what had happened.
So it wasn't all a dream. Phil really had been kidnapped.

I stood shakily and stumbled to the bathroom, my mind fully awake, yet my body was not.
The tears once again started to fall as I recalled the night's incidents.
The pure resentment in my blood pulsated through me, and I threw a punch at the mirror, smashing it into smithereens.
Glittering shards of glass flew everywhere as my hand gushed with blood.
I didn't realise Louise was still here, so I was startled to see her run down the stairs in panic.
"Dan? Are you alright? What the hell did you do?" She yelled. After seeing the carnage, her face went soft.
"Oh."
"I-I'm sorry." I sank down to the floor, cradling my injured hand.
"Hey no don't cry Dan.. Oh dammit hey, hey shh."
She crouched down next to me.
"Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll sort out the glass okay?"
I nodded as she stood back up. She turned to walk away.
"Louise?"
"Yeah?" She turned around, her dressing gown flowing around her.
"Thankyou."
She smiled widely and walked off to grab some paper towels.

"Maybe you should tell people about what's happening." She said as she returned, carrying a wad of tissue.
"Y-yeah, but what would t-they think?"
"I don't know.. Maybe make something up? Oh! You should say you're buying him a present!"
I nodded, smiling through the pain.

A/N:
Sorry
Yeah I get a bit in depth with this stuff but idk I'm trash
Just gotta accept that I guess
Sorry for the angst
Hey you thanks for reading!
Yeah you.
Ily