Wake me up. Dan X reader

Heart break

Gore warning ⚠

*Phil POV*

I hopped off the sofa and pull on my shoes.

I grab my silver space coat and run out the door. I walk slowly through the rain. I dodged icy drops and dived under a tree for cover.

A droplet slides down the bridge of my nose. It hangs on tightly at the tip and eventually topples off onto my chest.

I see Chris and Pj in the distance. I wave, they wave back. They run between rain drops and join me in my adventures.

We first but lunch at a small cafe, I don't remember it's name but it wasn't very busy. The staff were nice and one of the waiters was a subscriber. We hugged and took selfies before she disappeared behind the counter.

"So Dan and Y/N" Chris began.

I nearly spat out my coffee.

"Ummm..." I hummed.

"Did something happen?" Pj asked.

I shook my head vigorously and turned on my phone to distract myself from the awkward situation.

*Dan's POV*

I wandered aimlessly around London.

The rain beat hard against the back of my head.

I looked across the street, Chris, Pj and Phil in a cafe. Phil nearly choked on his drink.

I turn back to the ground and allow the rain to beat my scalp senselessly.

Not looking ahead of me I walk into a lamppost. I rub my head with my cold wet hand. Wandering through dull grey London, my mind began to wander. My time with Y/N, the spring picnic, hospital, pianos, sleepovers, cooking, collabing, being hit by a fan with their door that mysteriously opens the opposite way to every other door known to man.

I found myself in an ally. Grey dingy walls topped with barbed wire. Dull green bins overflowing with torn black plastic bags.

A shadow was cast behind me. I felt cold.

I turn around to see a tall dark figure in a beigey brown trench coat.

He didn't seem terribly threatening.

He slowly plodded towards me with a bad limp, he twitched when he put weight on it.

"Excuse me." I say trying to walk past him.

He put a long arm in front of me his fingers reaching the wall.

I held my breath.

His hand dived into his pocket, it flew out. I saw the glint of a metallic object.

He grabbed my collar and threw me to the floor. His strong leg pushing heavily onto my chest.

"I know who you are." He said in a husky voice. It was rough and sharp.

He crouched and leaned in close to my face. I wasn't sure if he was going to punch me or kiss me.

He pointed a knife towards my neck.

He laughed at my face.

He swung a large fist at my head.

I noticed the metallic taste of blood. Hot liquid flooded my mouth like a tidal wave.

I tried to punch, to kick, to fight but I was dizzy and delirious.

He threw punch after punch after punch.

I saw his hand rise, the shimmer of silver catching my eye.

His hand disappeared.

A searing pain spread across my torso like wildfire.

He lifted his hand showing a bloodied blade.

He stood up, spat in my face and ran away.

I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't allow it.

I looked at my hand. Shaking, bleeding, crying.

Hot tears tricked down my face and onto my coat.

At my side a river of blood rushes down a drain as it's diluted by rain water.

I reach for my phone and call the first number on my contacts.

Y/N...