The Vacation

An Empty Room

~~~Dan's POV~~~

"Dan? Dan, wake up! We Have to be on the plain in one hour! If you don't hurry up we can't go to Florida!", Phil shouted. He knocked on the door as hard as he could. I opened my eyes. I didn't hear a thing. "Damn it, I keep getting nightmares about Phil and me not going on that holiday thing we won" Me and Phil are going in five days. I keep getting more and more excited about it, but I don't want to scare him off. I got out of bed and made a bowl of cereal as usual. I sat down in our sofa lounge. Where was Phil? Usually he wakes up two to three hours earlier than me, but he waits until I'm here. I finished my bowl of cereal and cleaned it slowly, with the hope to meet Phil while I was doing it. He didn't show up. I became more and more worried by the minute. I kept wandering if everything was okay with him.

I searched the whole house; everything but his bedroom. I slowly opened the door in the hope to see Phil, lying on his bed scrolling through Tumblr. He wasn't. He was gone. "Am I really sure I checked the whole house?" I asked myself many times. I couldn't live with the feeling of losing Phil. I decided to call Phil's closest friends to see if they knew anything.

~~~Phil's POV~~~

I tried to be happy while I was waiting for Dan this morning, but I couldn't do it anymore. Waiting for us to go on that trip will never be enough to keep me here. I decided to leave while he was still asleep. Right now I am on a bench in the perk nearby our apartment. " Oh no, I forgot to leave something for Dan. I can't go back. He will definitely be angry at me." I decided to text him something, but I got a text from Cat. "Cat?", I said out loud. People stared at me for a while but then continued to do what they were doing. Cat said Dan called her about him not knowing where I was. I decided to say I was at the park near our apartment. She told me she had to tell Dan, on which I agreed. Once Dan is here I will be dead already. I am just going to wait here while I slowly die. I opened the bag I brought with me and pulled out a knife. I wasn't near any people. "...". I did it. I stabbed myself on the place where it hurts the most, and where it will force me to slowly die. I felt my body reacting to the knife, and I lied down on another bench. I already saw Dan running towards me. I pulled out the knife and dropped it. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The last thing I saw and heard was Dan, crying and asking me to don't leave him. I let out a single tear. I felt Dan putting his arms around me. Then I fell on the ground and everything turned black.

~~~Dan's POV~~~

~~~Six minutes earlier~~~

I got a message back from Cat. Please tell me she knows something. I read the message and I put on my shoes, grabbed my coat, and ran out of the door. While I ran out of the door towards Phil, I called 911. I said where Phil was. They said an ambulance should be there in 6 minutes. "Phil?", I shouted at a pale looking guy with glasses on. I appeared to be Phil, but he didn't look well. I saw he cried. I ran even harder then I did before, hoping I could save him. He dropped to the ground. My legs didn't work for a few seconds. Was he... dead? Then I saw him. He lied on the ground. I sat on my knees beside Phil, crying and shouting to don't leave me. I wrapped my arms around his body. His body turned cold. At that moment an ambulance stopped and three men ran out of it to get to Phil. I held Phil's hand. 

One of the ambulance guys put Phil on a brancard and put him in the ambulance. I sat down next to him. "Is he going to be okay?", I asked, already knowing the answer. " We don't know yet. luckily you called very early so the chance is big that he survives." I knew it. Phil was going to die. Maybe not now, but in the hospital. I remembered those great times with Phil. Why did he do this?  Even though I don't know, I am obviously a big part of it. I always do things wrong. I still held Phil's hand and I wasn't going to let it go either. I saw the hospital. The guy I talked to earlier was looking at me. He said: "Don't worry guy. I'm sure they know what to do. If you just calm down, all is going to be alright." On which I responded: "But he's my only friend. I can't live without him." I began to cry. Phil's heartbeat slowly recovered I saw, but sometimes his heart broke down. Especially when I started to say something. Why did the love of my life do this?

They drove Phil through the hallways in the hospital. I had to wait until they were done and settled him down. Sometimes I saw someone I thought I saw before, but it was someone else. I started to realize that I was actually going to lose Phil, the love of my life, who had made all my bad days better by just being him. All the hope and dreams I got from living with Phil disappeared. For once I was the depressive and suicidal old me. If he died, I had to tell everyone on his youtube channel, and mine. I would have to explain why I couldn't live any longer, even though nobody would understand. Then I saw a doctor running towards me. He asked me very loudly if I was Daniel James Howell. I stood up and said yes. Then he said something I didn't expect. I was shocked by hearing that and I sat down. How did this happen?

A/N: AYYY GUYS! Ok so first: It's my birthday!! Yaay! Second: I am such an evil person I am so sorry, but this is just the way it goes. I'll update soon because nobody wants a cliffhanger. Even me. And just so you know: A friend of mine (cough cough rebecca cough) reads this and it is going to be very awkward once I am ever going to write something sexual... wish me luck...