Please Don't Go

Dreams...? // Chapter 14

Dan's POV

I lightly tapped on Phil's door, getting a mumble of the words "come in" from him. He was reading on his bed, his legs all comfy under his warm duvet.

"Hey, Philly," I said gently. He looked up and put his book down, smiling lightly.

"Hi," he said cutely.

"So," my voice trailed off as I sat down next to him. He pulled the duvet over my legs and put his arm around me, leading my head go the crook of his neck, which I gladly let him do.

"Yeah," he said softly, stroking my hair like a mother would do.

"I don't know where all of this is coming from," I said, feeling Phil nod against my head.

"Go ahead and tell me anything and everything on your mind, Dan," Phil nearly whispered, squeezing my shoulder a little.

"I think it started when we came out. I think that the hate that people were giving us was too much. Well, is too much. I think I fucked up, Phil. Cutting myself obviously wasn't a good idea. It didn't help me; it brought the nightmares back. Starving myself because I'm fat wasn't a good idea. It just made you worry. Everything I've done since we've come out was stupid, and I'm sorry that I put you through all of that. I'm really sorry," I said, tears slipping down my cheeks for the twentieth time today. Phil wiped them with his shirt sleeve and kissed the top of my head.

"If I wasn't ready to deal with the problems, I wouldn't have said yes. I love you, and all of your problems. I love everything about you. We have our rough moments, but we always make it through, Dan. That's why we work for each other. Its because we make it work," Phil said softly, and I just nodded.

I just nodded until I fell into a sleep, only to be interrupted by a dream.

~~

I'm in my bed, panting heavily as Phil rubs my back gently in circles. I look bye to thank him.

It isn't Phil.

Its my mom.

"Mom?" I ask, rubbing my eyes as if to rub the sleep away.

"Shhh," she hushes me, a warm smile on her face.

"Okay," I whisper.

"What have you been doing to yourself, Daniel?" Mum asked, quietly and softly.

"I haven't been ding anything to myself," I mumbled quietly.

"So this," she pulled my wrists out to show my stripes, "is nothing? So not eating to make this," she now rubbed my stomach and I giggled slightly, "is nothing? I think its everything, Dan,"

"I'm fine, mum," I sad again, even though we both knew that was a lie.

"What's wrong? What caused you to act out like this?" Mum gently asked.

"Ever since Phil and I came out, we've been getting a bit of hate, and I guess it just went to my head," I said quietly, looking down, slightly ashamed of myself.

"Don't let people get to you, Dan. I know its difficult, but let me ask you this. Do you love Phil?"

"What? Of course I love Phil! I love Phil with all of my heart!" I was taken aback by my mums question.

"I know. If you truly do love him, you'll find a way to get past the hate and just be with him. How do you think he feels about everything that's going on?" she asked. Wow, I really haven't been thinking about what Phil needs, have I?

"Probably not great,"

"Probably,"

There was silence.

"Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" I ask. I don't notice the tears slipping past my cheeks until my mum is carefully drying them.

"Honey, love forgives. You just need to try and see things from his point of view. Okay?" Mum softly asked, a warm smile taking over her face.

"Okay mum," I said, nodding.

"Come here," she said, her arms open for a hug, which I gallantly accepted.

"I love you, mum, and I promise to visit more," I said quietly.

"I love you, too, Dan," she said, and the dream ended.

~~

I wake up, and the sun is just starting to rise. It's truly ad beautiful view. I carefully and quietly get up. I get dressed and put on my ring, then skip downstairs. I make a batch of pancakes, putting them on a plate with same coffee just the way Phil likes it, and slip back upstairs. Then sun is now rising, and the sight is beautiful.

"Phil? Philly?" I gently shake him awake, but then realize there an easier way to do this.

I lean over him and touch my lips to his, softly. He wakes up immediately, returning the kiss. I pull him up and hand him the plate and coffee. I open the window to reveal a beautiful sunrise.

"Wow, that's beautiful," Phil says in a raspy sleep voice.

"Yeah, it is," I smile, leaning my head on Phil's shoulder.

The sunrise took all of our cares as we watched it in utter awe, the colours mixing and swirly together beautifully.

Phil took my hands, and this time I rubbed little circles into his palm. He sighed and we sat entranced by just the simplest sunrise, forgetting about everything that was happening.

And this was all thanks to a dream.

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Hey guys! How are you?

Be proud this was nearly 1000 words.

Also, idk what Dan's mum is like at all, so I apologize if I got it wrong or something. And, as always, unedited.

That all I really have to say so ily guys sooooo much!

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