True Love Knows No Boundaries

Missing Half

~Phil's POV~

~Three Weeks Later~

Empty house. Silence. Half of a whole. It seemed that half of me was missing since Dan left, well we're not broken up but he needs time to think. And I understand that after all, I did technically shoot his dad... Fuck our situation is so messed up.

Blinking my eyes open as sunlight beamed through my window and directly into my face. I rolled over, expecting there to be a warm body curled up next to me, only to have reality hit me in the face with a baseball hat. There was no warm body to lay next to me. My heart ached within the confined cage of my chest, Dan was gone. Three weeks now he's been away, distant, alone, quiet, in total solitude. And it was my fault. I put the bullet in his dads head, the police could've handled it and I went ahead and shot him with no mercy. I hadn't even tried to contact Dan to see if he was okay was the worst thing. My mind and my heart were battling, one telling me to go to Dan and the other telling me to leave him be. And hey, we both know which one I'll choose.

~At Dan's House~

I decided that knocking on the door was the polite thing to do, usually, someone would answer the door if they were home, but I think I waited there for a good twenty minutes before I made the decision to just go in. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the inside of the house. Last time I was here there was broken glass, blood, split wood and literally, the whole house was torn apart. A small smile found its way to my face when I saw what Dan had done since he had been here, it was spotless, everything looked so beautiful, new furniture, everything except a few pictures was entirely new. "Dan?" My voice was soft and calm, yet there was no answer, I decided to check the house, I couldn't help but shed a tear, I was so proud of him. Slowly I made my way up the stairs and towards what I knew to be Dan's bedroom. Cautiously, I pushed the door open a crack to see if he was there, my heart fluttered when I saw him, he was all curled up in his black and grey blankets sound asleep.

Slightly I opened the door some more when he started to stir in his duvet, he groaned as he flopped over to face me, what was first full of shock quickly turned to happiness. "Phil...?" A small smirk formed on his lips, I returned the smile as I made my way towards him, "How long have you been here?" I sighed sitting down beside him,

"Just a few moments, sorry, did I wake you?" His hand slowly found its way to mine, probably because he was my fiddling with my thumbs.

"No, actually the bloody sun woke me up. I mean honestly, how bright does that thing need to be?" We both laughed for a moment, his sarcasm and need to lighten the3 mood never ceases to amaze me. "I'm sorry."

His voice was quiet and broken, I turned to him and held his hands, "Never apologize for this. This was not your fault, nor mine, time's a bitch. Dan... Everything is inevitable, everything happens for a reason and we can't change that no matter how hard we try or how much we want to. Please never apologize," I sighed and laid against this headboard, "things got out of control and every one of us reacted on instinct and with our head, not our hearts. If anyone should apologize it should be me, I was the one that shot your dad, I should've let the cops do it but I had to get you to the hospital and if I had moved any slower you..." A small lump formed in my throat, "You might not have made it."

Suddenly his lips were pressed against mine, his fingers laced between mine. It felt like we hadn't done this in ages, or maybe years, whatever the case, it was nice to kiss him again. "I-I love you, Phil" He whispered as he laid his head into the crook of my neck, my arms wrapped around him holding him close.

"I love you too, Dan"

~Hours Later~

Dan and I hadn't moved from his bed since I had arrived. My slender fingers slowly sliding through his hair, "Hey Dan..." His eyes quickly opened and met mine, hazel irises filled with life causing my heart to jump. "I-I love what you've done with the house, I forgot to mention that earlier"

A small smile formed on his face causing his dimples to spring to life, "T-Thank you" I could tell he was happy in this house now, happy the monster was gone and that Dan and his mother were finally at peace. Slowly, I removed his body from mine and reached into my bag, pulling out an envelope and handing it to him, "What's this?"

"Just... Open it, Danny..." A small smirk spread across his face as his soft hands took the envelope, shakingly his fingers tore open the seal to reveal a small letter. "Read it out loud please?" He nodded softly as he unfolded the letter.

"Dear Mr. Howell,

Recently we have been informed of your current debt, housing and schooling situation caused by recent and past yearly events. Now, seeing as you and your family have been doing business with us for nearly thirty years we are quite saddened to hear that this has been happening to you. So, when we received a call from a close friend of yours we decided to do our best to help you out. Now, whenever you get the time we only ask that you and Mr. Phillip Lester come into the bank to discuss ownership plans of the house.

Thank you and Have a Splendid Day.

Sincerely;

London Bank."

For almost three minutes, no response left Dan, at first I thought he was mad that I had informed the bank of his situation. That was until I heard quiet sniffles leaving him. His beautiful hazel eyes swiftly met mine, tears slowly pouring down his soft cheeks, "A-Are you... Are y-you serious?" His voice was laced with uncertainty and happiness but also a mix of sadness. Smiling down at him as I nodded, his face lit up with hope, "P-Phil I don't..." a soft sigh left his lips, "I-I don't k-know what t-to say except-" Without hesitation his leaped into my arms, pulling me close. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him close, our heartbeats beating in sync. "T-Thank you s-so much P-Phil! T-This means t-the world t-to me! H-How did y-you get them t-to do this f-for me I d-don't unders-stand!? I-I love y-you so much P-Phil... T-Thank y-you!" His gentle cries muffled by the fabric of my shirt being pressed against his lips as his buried his head in the crook of my neck. He didn't need to thank me, this was something I needed to do for him. He needed this. This house was everything to him. I don't think he could ever handle having to let it go, which in hinsight it probably why he fixed it up.