Please Don't...

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Dan's POV

I chuckled lightly at the new Dan memes that people had made of me. They're so true! I can barely contain my laughter as I find an especially cringy one. That is, until I hear a small squeak coming from beside me.

"Phil? Are you alright," I ask, concerned at the grief-stricken expression that's plastered to his pale face.

"Um, y-yeah. I'm f-fine," he stuttered quickly. I nodded and continued scrolling through all of the memes. Do my fans hate me?!? I laugh out loud at the thought of teenage girls sitting in their rooms on photoshop for an hour, just to complete a meme that they've been working on.

I heard small snores coming from beside me. Phil. I glanced over at his beautiful. . . Wait? No. He's my friend. I'm not attracted to Philip Lester. I hope.

I thought back to 2009. We tried to make us work, but it just didn't. The kiss we shared on the Manchester Eye was magical, but when we actually tried us, it was awkward and tense. I've been having to remind myself of this more and more lately.

Phil started to thrash his arms around, screaming NO!! PLEASE DAN!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!! This has happened before. I gently held onto his arms to stop the thrashing and leaned forward to whisper into his ear.

"Shh, Phil. It's alright. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you. I love you," I whispered quietly. He calmed down and I pulled him more into my arms. He leaned into my chest and I felt my shirt begin to grow wet.

"Phil?"

"Y-yes," he answered quietly and timidly. I only hugged him closer.

"Are you okay lion," I asked as he wrapped his arms around me. He was still shaking. He let out a loud sob.

"I-i think," he mumbled. I knew I needed to get through to him.

"What were you dreaming about," I questioned softly. He pulled away and stared at me with big, icy, blue eyes. The white that surrounds the blue was bloodshot. Red crept upon my cheeks as he looked me in the eyes. He almost looked scared to look at me.

"I-I told you a-a secret and y-you hit me, and t-told me that you were leaving. You punched me in the stomach and started walking out the door. I tried to go after you, but I-i couldn't move and you cussed me out as you left. It felt so. . . So real," he now had tears streaming down his face. My heart broke. My little Phil. How could he ever think I would do something like that?

"Phil, I would never ever hurt you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he cuddled into my shoulder. I internally awed.

"It wasn't the fact that you hurt me. You l-left me. You just left. I was alone," he sobbed.

"Phil, I will never leave you. You're my best friend," he nodded, but I could tell he still didn't believe me.

"I'm gonna go to bed," he said bluntly and then got up and left. I was left sitting there. Thinking. He said he told me a secret? What was it? What could've been so bad that he thinks I would leave him? I'll give it thought later. It was 1 am so I just decided to go to bed.