*SEQUEL TO RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ALL ALONG*
Nine years later and things are going fairly well for Dan and Phil. Isabella is fourteen, they adopted another kid, five-year-old Dil Dean Howell-Lester. However, when London is hit by several terror attack...
Sirens, crashing and screams. That's what Phil and I woke up to this morning. We practically jumped out of bed and rushed to the window, and what we saw was even more than we had even feared. The buildings all around ours were blazing in flames. I felt what hope I had for us and our flat suddenly disappear as I turned to Phil, his eyes practically read, "We can't stay here".
*Hours Later*
Phil and I had purchased a storage unit outside of London just for this reason. We wasted no time boxing up things that were important to us and the kids, a truck arrived to take ours there. Once e had loaded the st box into the truck the man shot a worried look at us, "One of you has to come with me".
I turned to Phil as tears started to well in his eyes, "N-No! No, Daniel, I'm not leaving you here!" He was yelling through his sobs as I pulled him close and cradled his body against mine. "I won't leave you here." He stated as his eyes met mine.
"I knew you would say that," he looked confused but then quickly understood what I was implying.
"What're you? Dan!?" He stuttered as he tried to grab me he looked at his hands, while he as crying I had cuffed him and given the key to the driver. I lifted him up and buckled him into the seat, "Daniel James Howell-Lester! You uncuff me right now and get in this vehicle with me!" I hated seeing him cry but I knew he would be safe for a while at least.
He kept screaming and crying as I kissed his cheek, "I love you Philly" I tried to smile as I looked over at the driver, "if anything happens to him...I'll kill you" he nodded and started the vehicle.
Phil was struggling to break free, "Dan please! Don't do this! Your gonna get hurt!" His cracked voice filled with concern and worry. I didn't answer him. I just placed his phone in his hands and opened his messages, clicking on my name as I slightly smiled, he turned to me, "Dan...I-I love you". I planted a kiss on his lips and shut his door. Patting he truck to signal to the driver that he could leave, my phone buzzed as the truck disappeared from my sight.
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I held my phone close to my heart as I walked back into the somewhat empty flat. Most of the furniture was still here but other's were with Phil. At least he was safe.
*Three Hours Later*
I was lying on the couch, half asleep, prepared to die if that was my destiny. Suddenly, *KNOCK* *KNOCK* echoed in my ears. "Dan!?" it was Phil, I stayed quiet, "DAN!?" his voice strained with worry. I still didn't answer, I heard crying coming from where he was calling, I slowly got up and made it to the room he was in.
"Phil?" His eyes quickly met mine, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran and wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his body. "Shh...I'm here" I planted a kiss on his head as he shoved me away.
"BLOODY HELL DANIEL! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT, OR DEAD!" He was crying and laughing so I wasn't entirely sure if he was mad at more or? His fist made contact with my arm as I winced and looked at him. tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled me into a kiss, "Y-you scared the shit out of me" I smirked as he pulled me into a hug.
