Warnings: suicidal references, fluff
Summary: Phil saves Dan
Songs to listen to: I swear this time I mean it- Mayday Parade
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DAN POV~~
I sat on the edge of the roof of the building me and Phil lived in, watching the cars go by below. They looked like ants from up here. I laughed a little at my comparison while dangling my legs over the side of the building. I kicked them back and forth and thought about what Phil was doing right now. Was he out with his girlfriend? Was he editing a video? Was he watching Death Note? Part of me ached to be with Phil, but part of me wanted to hit him for not noticing my sadness. How could he not notice the nights I sobbed for hours? The nights I snuck out from our flat and sat here on the roof, tempted to jump. Would he even notice? Would he care? of course not I thought to myself. I sighed and looked up at the sky. There was no clouds in sight and it seemed like every star was watching me at this very moment. I looked back down again and slid closer to the edge. I was almost off the edge when I felt arms grabbing me. I gasped and felt my body being thrown back from the edge. I looked up at my supposed Saviour and gasped again as I saw the last person I expected.
"Phil."
I whispered. He looked shocked and angry.
"Daniel! What the hell? What were you thinking?!"
He yelled at me. I sat on the ground shocked that he found me. Had he actually noticed me sneaking out?
"Well?"
He asked impatiently.
"I-I uh I.." I stuttered. He sighed loudly and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet gently. He held me by my shoulders, boring his blue eyes into my brown ones for a minute before closing the space and hugging me tightly. I instantly hugged back and started crying into his shoulder. He patted the back of my head comfortingly, murmuring soft reassurances into my ear. I soon calmed down and pulled away, rubbing my eyes. I looked back up at him and saw him shiver slightly. I pulled him inside of the building and over to the lift. While we were waiting for what seemed like hours, Phil coughed awkwardly and shuffled his feet a little before speaking.
"We're you really going to do it Danny?"
He asked softly. I took a deep breath before nodding my head. I felt my eyes sting with tears but I managed to hold them back. The lift dinged and me and Phil stepped in. The lift carried us down to our floor in an awkward silence. The lift lady announced our floor in her sing song voice and me and Phil stepped out, me practically running to our door. I opened it and stepped in, racing to my room and slamming the door behind me. I threw myself on my bed and sobbed into my pillow. I heard Phil knock on my door softly.
"Dan can I come in please?"
I heard him say from the other side of the door. I shook my head, realizing he couldn't see me.
"No!"
I sobbed out. I wasn't sure if he could hear me or not but it got really quiet. I thought he left when all of a sudden I felt the bed sink down. I felt Phil rub my back gently as sobs racked my body.
"Oh Dan, what happened?"
I heard him whisper silently. I got up and looked at him.
"I'm a fucking faggot who is in love with his best friend Phil! It's not normal!"
I yelled out hysterically. He looked back at me in shock before a small grin appeared on his face. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into it automatically. He smiled and leaned in, touching his lips to mine. I gasped at the small feather-light kiss, and he smiled bigger.
"Dan I have always loved you. Please stop being sad."
He said softly. I nodded and a small smile graced my features. We brushed our lips together again and he laid us both down on my bed, him spooning me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and latched out hands together. He kissed my neck softly and murmured a goodnight. I smiled and slipped into a deep sleep that was much needed.
(A/N) okay so sorry for not updating in like FOREVER and sorry if its a crappy chapter but its like super late and my eyes are about to fall out of my head. So yeah. Hope you enjoyed! Bai!
