"Are you serious?" Dan stuttered.
"Why would I joke about this? I get it's a bit sudden but whats stopping us?" Phil beamed.
"Sure!" Dan smiled.
"Great!" Phil smiled nervously. His heart was racing.
Suddenly the taxi stopped.
"Thats 7 quid please," The driver croaked.
Dan paid over and the climbed out the car.
"Fucking fags," the driver muttered as he pulled away from the curb.
Phil pretended he didnt hear.
Dan was furious. He was about to flag the taxi down when Phil grabbed his arm,
"Leave it." He sighed, leading Dan back to the apartment.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now," Phil smiled.
"You cant just drop something huge like marriage on me and then fuck off to bed!" Dan laughed. "Let me come with you? We can watch some films or something?"
"Sure, I'm exhausted though so don't expect me to stay awake for long," Phil smiled weakly. "Being mad is hard work,"
"Phil, you're not mad! You were ill but you're getting better! Please don't say that," Dan pulled him into a hug. "Lets go lie down, I'm tired too," Dan smiled.
A/N more later tonight yo (im running out of names for chapters oops)
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A Helping Hand (Dan and Phil phanfic)
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF RAPE, SELF INJURY, DEATH AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Can Dan save Phil? Phil is suicidal and Dan is the only one who's there for him. Can he alone save Phil?
