*your POV*
the date is August 10th 2016.
you are currently living in London sharing an apartment with your fiancé Dan Howell and your best friend Phil Lester.
your subscriber count is 4,000,000 approx.
you are 20 years and 8 months old.
(these things are all important to be reminded of for future reference)
*in a phone call with Phil*
"really?!" you gasp.
"yep, France!" he confirms.
"that's awesome! does Dan know?" you ask.
"well actually, I was wondering. do you two want to come with me?"
"YES, OH MY GOD! when I get back I'm going to hug you so hard!" you scream.
people on the bus look and go silent, you sink into your seat in response. the clammy weather didn't help at all.
running in you and Dan make eye contact and grin from ear to ear,
"WE'RE GOING TO FRANCE!" you sing in unison.
Phil has already booked your flight and you're all packing. that very day is the day you stepped onto the plane and the next was the one in which you landed on French soil. the hotel was beautiful. a blue oceanic theme. the cream leather sofas sat against each wall.
Phil had a meeting with a huge book salesman, he wanted to boost sales in Paris.
that was later today, before then you had some sight seeing to do. it was a beautiful, clear day. a hot Parisian summer. the clouds were few but those present rolled across the bright, blue sky.
first you planned to tackle the Eifel tower. the stairs never ended, Dan had your hand the whole time.
"ugh, stairs..." Dan huffed.
"come on! think of all the stairs you climb back home, all that practice must pay off somewhere!" you laugh.
looking out across the green luscious grass and counting all the loose, free birds that lined the sky was the perfect beginning to your travels.
only this was to be the end of them...
the happy laughter of children was soon replaced with screams.
today was particularly busy.
crowds had gathered to watch a performing band.
the bellowing cries of gunshots echoed through the chaos.
people ran aimlessly, trampling others and pushing through the mass of horror.
the three of you gathered at the base of the tower, a firm grip on each arm.
Phil pointed over to a quiet building that seemed empty and reasonably safe, it was on the other side of the grassy park.
you begin to wander into the crowd.
you stop in your tracks suddenly, a woman. about 30. with a baby. dead. in front of you all. strewn out on the grass.
people ignored her completely.
a loud bang beckons for your attention.
a searing pain burns into your arm. you feel numb.
Dan gasps in shock, "Oh my god, Y/N!" he immediately takes off his shirt and ties it around your arm.
you look at your hand, blood has trickled down and pooled on your palm.
you see a tall dark figure standing on a roof top above the scrambling crowd.
people are everywhere.
they touch you, Phil shoos them away.
you begin to bardge through them once more.
you feel people pulling you away from Dan.
his grip tightend.
you shoot Dan a worried look, he kisses your hand as he is pulled into the crowd out of sight.
you look around in panic, yelling his name.
Phil is hyperventilating and yelling just as loud.
after hours of scrambling and screaming, the panic subsides.
the men are caught.
the crowd disperses.
people are reunited.
the dead are identified.
but Dan is gone.
he didn't die.
he wasn't found.
he is just gone.
*London*
the days passed, the updates stopped.
the weeks past, the search stopped.
the months past, the door was closed.
the years past, the hope was lost...
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FanfictionYou're just a nerdy teenage girl running from your family, hoping you can make it in the real world. Well the internet is real. The people behind the screens that you look up too are all real and they're closer to you than you think...
