The Murder Fic// Phan

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Dan feels a nudge on his shoulder, and sees the familiar blue eyes staring back at him.

"Dan, what are you doing in my bed." Dan awakes fully when Phil says this.

"I was waiting for you to get back to we could hug and-." Dan is interrupted by Phil's lips pressing against his. Dan pulls Phil onto the bed and they start hugging and making out passionately.

"I love you, Dan, and I always loved you, and I always will." Phil says, standing up in the dark. Dan sits on the side of the bed while Phil grabs something off of the dresser. He walks over and gets on one knee.

"Daniel James Howell, will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He asks holding out the box. Dan starts to cry. He loves Phil, but he could be a murderer.

"Yes, of course I will you idiot sandwich." Dan says. They start to kiss, this is the happiest day of Dan's life. He doesn't know if he is dreaming, or if this is his reality. He has one question for his fiance, the love of his life.

"Phil, where were you this late at night." Dan asks. Phil presses his finger to Dan's mouth, then moves his lips to Dan's ear.

"That isn't important now, the only thing that is important right now is you, is us." Phil whispers, than kisses Dan's cheek. Phil rests his head on Dan's shoulder and they lay down, and both fall asleep in Phil's bed.

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Dan flutters his eyes open, and sees the sun bleeding through the blinds. He turns over to see Phil gone. The last night was still blurry, but he needed to know if it was a dream. He stands up, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. He is still in his boxers. He puts on a black white tee shirt and fixes his fringe a little. He walks out to the lounge and Phil is sitting there, smiling.

"Hey fiance, made breakfast." He says. So it wasn't a dream. He kisses Phil's cheek and sits down next to him. They eat the pancakes and go to watch The Great British Bake Off, their favorite show to watch together, when a breaking news sign flashes on the TV. Another murder happened, right at the time Phil had left the house. The man had the same black hair and black outfit, the same thing Phil had been wearing when he came home. Dan goes farther down the couch, now slightly afraid of Phil.

"What's wrong. Do I smell." Phil asks, while smiling. Dan clenches his teeth.

"Tell me the truth!" Dan shouts at Phil. "You murdered those people, didn't you Phil, you were angry about something, maybe the fact that I have more subscribers." Phil stands up.

"No Dan, and if you don't believe me, maybe you should just leave. I love you and would never hurt you." Dan stands up and runs into his room and jams the door with a chair. He takes out a bag and starts throwing in random articles of clothing. He puts on some pants and hears banging on the door. The door bursts and Phil is standing there, crying.

"Dan....It-It wasn't me. Please." Phil says going to hug Dan, but he pulls away and walks out the door. He goes down the stairwell leaving a crying Phil. This is for your own good he tells himself. He walks down the street is his black shoes, getting strange stares from onlookers. He is homeless now.