Phan Oneshots

#5- Remember Me

Warnings:
⚠️Self harm⚠️ Please read with caution. If this triggers you, please be careful. I love you guys, stay strong:)
SMUT

Word count:
3003

•Phil's POV•

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around me. White. The walls, the ceiling. The bed sheets, the curtains. It was all white. There was a steady beeping coming from beside my bed. Where was I? Was this a hospital? I couldn't remember anything. I knew my name was Phil Lester, and that I was 28 years old, but that was it. I couldn't remember any of my friends or family (if I even had any), nor my house or past life.

I heard shouting coming from the hallway outside my room. "Where is he?! Tell me now you son of a bitch! Where the fuck is he?!"

That voice. I had heard that voice before. Where, and why? Did I know the man who was screaming profanities at the doctors? Suddenly the door was flung open and a young man came running in. He skidded to a stop when we made eye contact and I had a moment to take in his features. He was tall, perhaps an inch or so taller than me. He had golden skin and stunning, coffee-brown eyes. His chocolate brown hair was swept to the side. Overall, he was beautiful.

"Hello," I said, unsure if who this man was or why he was staring at me.

"Phil," he breathed. He ran to my bed and fell onto the bed beside me, cupping my face in his hands. "Oh my God Phil!" He hugged me and sobbed into my chest. I gently patted his back, confused.

"Um, who are you?" I asked.

The man stopped crying and sat up, meeting my curious gaze. "Ph-Phil, it's me... Dan," he whispered.

"I don't believe I know you..."

Dan, as he said his name was, begin to cry. He put his hand over his mouth and stood up. "You don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry. Are you my...," I trailed off, unsure. He couldn't be my brother, we look to different. Perhaps a cousin? Or maybe just a friend. Or maybe... "Are you my boyfriend?" I asked.

Dan's eyes filled with pain, and he said, "No. I'm not. I'm you're best friend, Phil." Looking down at the ground, he added sadly, "We're just friends, nothing more..."

"Do you wish we were more?" I asked curiously, noticing the pain in his voice.

Dan met my gaze, but before he could answer the doctor walked in. "Mr. Howell, I told you-"

"What's wrong with him?" Dan angrily demanded. "Why can't he remember?"

The doctor began to explain how I had hit my head in some car crash and that hit some part of my brain that caused me to lose my memories. "How long will they be gone?" I chirped.

Dan looked at the doctor expectedly, and the doctor shook his head sadly. "I don't know."

•Dan's POV•

"Do we live here?" Phil asked as I opened the door to our flat.

"Yes," I sighed. Phil doesn't remember anything. He didn't even remember me, his best friend!

"Sorry," he muttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I can't remember anything, and I'm sorry I didn't remember you."

I shook my head. "No, it's not your fault. You hit your head in that car accident. There was nothing that could've been done."

I saw Phil studying me. God, he was so fucking gorgeous. Truth is, I'm in love with Phil and I had been for like forever. There was just something about him that I couldn't resist no matter how hard I tried. I loved his inky black hair, his porcelain skin, and his piercing blue eyes that I swear could see right into my soul. I was too afraid to say anything about my feelings, for I was afraid that it would scare Phil away and/or ruin our friendship. I love him and I would rather deny it everyday than live without him in my life for a second.