Please Don't Leave Me - A Dan And Phil Fanfiction

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  Tyler. How would he be capable of doing this? Kidnapping a man that was almost a foot taller than him? Am i in America? Or did he come to London?
  I tried to think of ways to escape, but that would be nearly impossible to do by myself since my wrists and ankles were zip-tied to the chair. I couldn't think of any way. I sighed and relaxed in the wooden chair. 

  "Tyler. Please. please let me speak to Dan." I said so quietly that it sounded like a whisper. 

  "Why should I let you?" Tyler said as he walked towards me with his arms crossed. "You are just going to tell him my plan and the exact spot that we are."

  "I don't even know where we are! I've never seen this place before in my life! So how could I possibly tell Dan where we are?"

  "You are being a little stubborn bitch today aren't you?" Tyler stood in front of me and slapped me so hard across my face that it felt like the fiery pits of hell.  As a common reaction towards pain, you want to make it feel better, or stop what was causing you pain. It sucked so much because I wasn't able to rub the side of my face. I heard Tyler give a soft chuckle as he walked to the other side of the room. "How are you enjoying your last 12 hours of your life?" Tyler said deviously. 

  "Not very much thank you."

   "Oh, even after pain he's still a little bitch trying to make everyone like him. Pitiful. No wonder Dan didn't want to have sex the other night."

  "H-how do you know about that?"

  "Last time I went to your house, I put cameras in all the rooms so I could find the right opportunity to strike. I'm actually pretty surprised that you haven't found them."  I was mad. Not only did he kidnap me, he had invading me and Dan's privacy for years. I had never realized how much of a stalker and a pervert Tyler was. Holy shit. "Hey, and for a tip, at least pretend that you are enjoying having sex with Dan." Now he's watching me and Dan (-no wait, Dan and me, now's not the time for grammatical corrections you on the verge of being killed Phil) have sex?

  "How long have you been wanting to do this?"

  "Around 5-6 years."

  "You sick bastard." I said under my breath.

  "Oh, shut up or i'm coming back over there." I kept quiet. I thought about what would happen if Dan came. Oh, Dan. I'm sorry. Please don't come. I deserve this more than you.

Dan's POV 

  I landed in LA with 12 hours before the deadline. I had to think of where Phil could be. I didn't want to make too big of a scene, so I just tried to stay calm and find him on my own. He could be at Tyler's house o-or...anywhere in the country. Ugh, I'm never going to find him in time. I have no clue what to do. I don't want Phil to die. If he dies, I die. It's that simple. I'm probably going to die anyway after the deadline is up, so what's the point? In these situation, the person who gets kidnapped usually never come out alive. I need to find him. Tell him i'm sorry. Sorry for everything. 

  I walked down streets trying to find a clue to where Phil is. "Holy shit, this is the most I've walked in my entire life." i mumbled to myself as my legs started to burn. "Should I get the police? I don't want Tyler to kill him on the spot after he finds out though. I honestly don't know what to do. I'll never find him in time." i mumbled to myself again.

  I must've looked really worried or something because this teenager with blue hair and a Twenty One Pilots shirt recognized me and was really concerned. Since she was only about 17 or so, and was around 5'5" she had to look up to me. "Dan? Are you okay? Y-You seem uneasy.."

  "I-I'm fine."

  "Where's Phil?" I had to come up with an excuse quickly.

  "He's, er, Phil's at the hotel because he's sick." What a great excuse Dan.

  "Then why do you look so stressed and why are you in LA?" Damn, this girl is going to make me break. She is going to find out then spread it allover the internet. 

  "Oh, I-I'm just visiting some friends. And I can't seem to find the way back to the hotel."

  "I'll help you. What's the hotel?"

  "No, that's fine thanks."

  "Well, before you go, can I get a picture with you?" I smiled slightly and nodded as she took out her phone and turned on the camera. I held the phone and did my usual pose for selfies with fans: A peace sign and a big smile. I handed the phone back and we hugged each other and went our separate ways. 

  If this is going to happen often, i have to get the police involved. I'm sorry Phil. I might've just killed you. After a couple minutes, I found a police station and told them what had happened. It took awhile for the officers to find out if they were able to send out patrol cars because this originated in London. Once they did, the air was filled with the sounds of probably over a dozen police car sirens and about 2-3 ambulances and firetrucks. 

  "Sir, please stay here." a policeman said as I started to walk out the door to try and find Phil. "You need to stay here in case if you are in danger. They'll find your friend alive and well, don't worry." I sighed as I sat on a bench in the lobby in the police station and put my head in my hands and started to cry softly. Chances are they won't find Phil alive. I looked up and realized that the mildly overweight male police officer left. I quickly looked around and I didn't see the police officer. I got up and quietly exited the station. I walked down the road looking left and right quickly to try and not miss anything. 

  I had been walking for an hour until I came across an abandoned suburb condominium complex. I decided to walk through and scan the building because maybe Phil was there. I carefully walked through about 11 buildings and not finding anything. There was one more building that was the farthest away from the entrance of the complex. As I walked up to it, I started to feel nauseous. I definitely knew that something was wrong. I didn't get that feeling about the other houses, so something was definitely up. I slowly pushed open the front door and stuck my head in to look inside. Nothing. I calmly walked around the house until I reached a door. I tried to open it, but it was locked.  Then all of a sudden I hear the shuffling of feet and muffles coming from inside the room. "Phil? Phil, Is that you?" I tried the door again. Unlocked. I slowly opened the door and saw Phil zip-tied to a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from speaking. There was nothing else around. There was no windows, just a few scattered lanterns.  I felt freezing cold as I was stopped mid-step towards Phil. In my step forward towards Phil and felt something cold on my temple. Fuck. We were not alone.