Playing With Fire || d.h

20. With These as Friends, Who Needs Enemies?

Your POV

You're friends with Dan and Phil?!

Omg if you're dating Dan I will beat your ass! Dan and Phil are my OTP!

Why the hell would dan want to date her?

Something has to be going on otherwise she wouldn't be hiding that she knows him

Maybe he doesn't want anyone to know that they know each other, bc stupid bitches like you just try to start shit

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

My life is actually crashing down around me right now.

Of course people would realize Dan and Phil had been at a shooting. And of course, with people noticing Dan and Phil were there, along with the media coverage that reporters got of Dan and Phil, people would see that I was there with them.

Not only that, but also the footage of Dan yelling at a reporter, partly in my defense, just had to leak to the public. Yes, there are plenty of my own subscribers coming to my defense, but there's also an overwhelming amount of Dan and Phil fans who've found my YouTube channel and continue to harass not only me but also my own fans. I've had to disable comments on my most recent videos, due to them becoming a battlefield of hate  and threats.

Dan was still asleep when I woke up, so he has no idea about any of this yet. I went to Phil's room to see if he was up, but I could still hear him snoring in the hallway, so I decided not to disturb him.

I have also gained thousands of subscribers and followers overnight, but that's one positive pebble on an island of negativity.

At this moment, I'm currently pacing back and forth in Dan's and Phil's kitchen, not wanting to wake either of them up, but not wanting to head back to my own apartment. Both PJ and Dodie have sent me multiple texts and calls, which only adds more fuel to the fire, because I can't delay showing them my account any longer. They both now probably know most of my deepest, darkest secrets, and Dan and Phil will also know them by the end of the day.

I run my hands nervously through my rats nest of hair, unable to keep a single part of my body still. How can my life crumble in front of me in less than twenty four hours?

Suddenly, I hear a dramatic yawn behind me, causing me to shriek in surprise and almost drop my phone. I turn to see Phil, complete with messy hair and still in his pajamas, with a surprised look painted on his face.

"What's going on?" He asks, his expression now laced with concern.

"D-Did you... check your phone?" I stutter, barely able to spit out each world.

"What?" He asks, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. His eyebrows crease together as he starts scrolling through his lock screen, and my heartbeat picks up to a dangerous speed. He looks back up at me, his eyes the size of golf balls.

"Oh... no," he mutters. Tears start stinging my eyes. Part of me was hoping this wasn't real, and I was just imagining things, but Phil's reaction only sets it in stone.

"Ohhhh fuck," I cry, covering my face with my hands. Be strong, (Y/n,) I tell myself, and wipe the minuscule tears off my face. I set my expression to stone, because that's the only other option besides crying, and I'm not letting myself cry right now. However, I must not be doing a very good job hiding how I really show, as Phil's face fills with sympathy.

"Oh, don't worry, (Y/n)," he says, coming over to me and wrapping his arms around me, and I let my self fall into his grasp, still holding the tears back. "It's gonna blow over. Stuff like this happens all the time. You just ignore it, and it'll go away." I want to say something, but if I do, I know the waterworks will start again, and this time, I probably won't be able to get them to stop.