Idol

|| Chapter 4: The Day I Met You ||

- Dan -

Only a few hours until the show, and I still need to get dressed, see my make-up artist, do some vocal warm-ups and much much more. Meh, but I have TV to watch and I need to go on Tumblr. I always end up procrastinating so much, especially for important things. I look over to the bedside table where my phone is lying, ringing and beeping, begging for me to pick it up and answer it. Fine, I reach over and grab it and look at the screen where Matt's smiling face greets me.

"Hello?" I say, knowing full well who it is and why he wants to talk to me.

"Dan I swear to god if you are not ready in the next half hour I'm coming over there and smashing everything you love, your laptop, your phone. I'll even smash your car. Now, in half an hour I'm coming over to check on you so you better be ready!! Do you not know how important this is for me, and for you?!"

"Of course I know Matt, it's just I'm so lazy and I can't be bothered doing crap." I say it the exact same way I've said it millions of times before, because he does this every time I'm getting ready for a show. I feel like he is my mum most of the time. Hah, Matt as a mum!! I snort loudly due to that hilarious thought.

"What are you laughing about now? Anyway, I have to go but I'm serious about what I said, please just behave for once!!" Matt said and then ended the call. I started laughing again because of what he said. I mean I don't always 'behave' but that doesn't always mean he can be my mother and point it out. With that in mind I set out to get dressed in the clothes I had already laid out.

It only took about 20 minutes to me to get fully dressed (excluding my hair and make-up). Looking at my phone, I have about 30 minutes until I leave for the concert. I decide to practice my vocals and do warm-ups and everything else that singers need to do. Honestly, this singing business is hard, very hard. Although I've had massive amounts of support from friends and family, I feel as if I'm all alone. I do love my job, even the stressful bits of it because I know that at the end of the day It's all worth it, but I can't help but think what would it be like to have someone with me? Someone who I could moan about my problems to and they would just understand and help. Someone who would like me for me and not just my voice or my money. Someone who actually truly cares about me.

Realistically speaking, that could never ever possibly happen. I mean come on, most people only wan't to date me for money and fame. Anyway, I've never seen someone who I like yet, not even any fans or anything. I hear a knock at the door, and then more knocking, then banging. Probably a drug addict looking for their drugs. Now curious, I look through the peep hole in the door and find out that it is Matt banging on my door. I was right, a drug addict. I laugh while opening up the door, then laugh even more when I see that he looks like a drug addict.

"Dan! Why didn't you open the door you spoon? Anyway, I see you are dressed so lets leave since the car is waiting." Matt speaks while pulling me out the door and pushing me down the steps until we reach the parking lot. The car is black and has tinted windows for obvious reasons. No, it's not because 'I want to have sex with Matt in the back of the car because he is mine to play with' as a fan once suggested on twitter. I give credit to my fans, all of them are creative and imaginative, although some of them border on psychotic. 

I jump into the car and as soon as I have my seat-belt on Matt starts talking again. Does he ever shut up? Obviously not. 

"So Dan I am just as excited as you are for tonight but you have to remember to concentrate, especially on the lyrics. The videos of you messing up have gone viral, and although they are funny, they are also bad for your career. I must say son, when you are on the stage, just you and that piano, it is truly beautiful, and I am incredibly proud of you. Remember that, always boy, always." Matt finished speaking with the tears threatening to spill. I leant over and gave him a small hug since he was sitting in the back with me. Honestly speaking, he has been there more than my real dad has been, and although I love my dad and I know that he loves me, I wish he would visit more often. He divorced my mum when me and Adrian were younger, Adrian doesn't remember it, but I do.

After I spaced out for a while, Matt became quite worried. 

"Are you okay Dan? You seemed to be off in a world of your own." Matt said while giving me a nervous laugh. I looked over at him, smiled, and then nodded my head yes.

"'Course I am, just spaced out is all. Looks as if we are here though, so it's time for me to shut up and for you to start talking about tonight." I finished with a small laugh getting out of the car with Matt beside me. We had parked in the parking lot so we had to walk to the doors instead of being outside them. I slow down a bit already getting a bit tired, the stress, the pressure, the lifestyle just all seems to be getting to me. Matt walks on talking to the guard outside the door before being let in after showing him his I.D.

I'm still walking, not as eager as Matt but still a little bit. Looking on at the door I'm about to go into, a boy with beautiful black hair and piercing blue eyes walks up to the guard and asks to get in. I know I've only just seen him and I'll probably never see him again, but he just looks so pretty, so genuine. He collapse's at the door in-front of the guard and before I register what I'm doing, I'm running towards the boy trying to get other people to help.

"Get him inside now, he obviously needs medical help!!" I shout trying to attract people to this area. I look at the boy below me, trying to figure him out. "What's your name?"

"Phil. Phil Lester." He replied sounding very small and innocent, slowly drifting into unconsciousness once again.

"Never again Phil. Never again. I promise." I say to him, promising myself at the same time that I would never leave him, because it was at this moment that I fell in love with him, and I promised that with whatever it took, I would help him and care for him because that is all that he looks like he needs. Someone to care for him, someone to help him whenever he needed it, and I was going to be that person, I promised. His eyes rolled back into his head just as an ambulance came and took him. I joined him, not daring to leave him alone or remove my eyes from his limp body.

I, Dan Howell, had fallen for a broken boy.