Wake me up. Dan X reader

London bridge's silhouettes

Warning deep ass shite! Crafting is a possibility, I will not take responsibility for any tears shed! You have been warned!

Those words cut you like a knife.

You tried to say something but your words melded into one unrecognisable hum.

"Y/N, I'm serious, I don't care if you're Dan's girlfriend. Your ability to forgive me after I put you into depression and made you hide from the world, it means something. It has to." He protested as if extracting words from my reaction.

"Phil, I dont-..." You began.

Before you could speak he leans in and grasps your shoulders. Your heart stops, he kisses you. He holds down your arms to prevent your resistance.

Behind you you hear a thud.

The door is open.

Dan is standing there, his phone's on the floor.

He is shaking, wide eyed.

You pull away and breathe heavily.

Phil smiles and turns to Dan.

"I love her Dan." He says simply.

You can't look at either of them.

When you turn to explain to Dan what happened both of them are gone.

You run down the stairs heart thudding in your chest causing your ribs to rattle unnervingly.

You reach the bottom and get blinded by the white winter sun. Squinting to see them.

They're gone. You sit down on a frosty bench and gasp when the cold hits your skin.

Phil appears behind you.

You shuffle away from him and fold your arms like a shield.

It's bizarre to be angry with such a kind, genuine man. It's Phil Lester for goodness sake, he's not exactly threatening or angry. He doesn't seem negative in anyway no matter what, it baffles you entirely. He is incredible.

Part of you loves him, but all of you loves Dan.

"Y/N, don't hate me. Please!" He begged.

"What else can I do, Dan will hate me! He ran away from us! It didn't look the same to him as it did to me. I saw a one way kiss with one person being kissed. He saw his best friend and girlfriend kissing. It wasn't like that... I... Don't like you in that way... I'm sorry Phil..." You protest.

You stand and walk away leaving Phil on the bench frozen in time since you turned him away.

You feel hot tears trickle down your icy cold face. You wipe them away but the stream strengthens and you let out a sob or two. You're running.

You're crying.

You're cold.

You're alone.

You're heartbroken...

You want Dan to hold you and kiss your head.

You want to go back to when Phil was your friend and you filmed together and slept over, when you went out together for lunch, when you met Zoe and your friends, when you saw the fireworks, when it was your birthday, when you first kissed Dan...

You're exposed and vulnerable. You are certain that at least five viewers have seen you and tried to talk to you. You are worried about Dan.

You run past Hyde park and the London eye. You follow the Thames. Now you're on London bridge. You stop and grab onto the beams and wire. You look out onto the water and you swear that you see Dan's silhouette behind you.

You turn around, no one's there.

You look around you, it's early. Not many people are around, unusual for London. You walk slowly aimlessly. Wrapping yourself in your shirt. You have no coat; jeans and a t shirt aren't exactly winter clothing.

You shiver and sob to yourself.

You get to a bench and sit down.

Just you and your thoughts...