Dan's POV
I woke up the next morning to look over to the seats seeing the boy sitting there. I couldn't stop staring at him.
The sun brightened his face perfectly, showing off his deep outstanding features such as his cheekbones, adam's apple, and general face shape.
I saw him shift, then stretch and yawn. He sits up, looking at me.
"Hi," he says, but I continue to stare. I feel like I'm lost exploring his body with my eyes.
"Is everything ok?" And I nod snapping out of it now.
Suddenly in walks two older people, the people who said they are my parents yesterday.
"Phil, would you mind us talking to Dan for a second?" The lady asks the boy.
Phil.
That was his name. I forgot it almost immediately after he told me yesterday.
He nods and leaves the room and the lady makes her way towards me.
"Dan, honey? Listen, your father and I think it's best for you if we maybe left this place? You know? I know I said this was the last time we'd move for a while, but you probably don't even remember me saying that, do you?" She asks worry in her expression. I shake my head no.
"Just get a fresh start. Ok? So the doctor said you'll be able to move by later this week so we'll get on the move then," they say leaving my room.
I hear them explaining to Phil through the door, and hear the lady comfort him as he sobs loudly.
I sign.
I guess this will be good. A new start.
*time skip to the next day*
"Mr. Howell, we'd like to get you up and see how your mobility is," the nurse says as she readies me to stand.
I push myself to the end of the bed, instantly feeling dizzy, my head feels like a huge weight to carry.
I push myself too my feet. The ground is cold. I try walking but I constantly keep shaking, almost losing balance. The nurse and Phil help me to before I fall.
The rest of the week goes by pretty fast. They keep helping me walk, until they finally say I'm ready to go.
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I head to the bathroom and put on a change of clothes. It's cold and raining today, but all I have is a pair of grey sweatpants and a thin short sleeved black shirt. I take off the hospital gown, and get dressed slowly, as my body aches and I only have access to my one arm. I stop when I see scars all along my left arm.
Have I done this before? I knew what happened right before I passed out, but I can't remember anything before. I still felt the same as I always did about myself. I stood and looked in the mirror.
"What have you done," I ask myself my voice raspy. I haven't spoken to anyone since I last responded to Phil.
Phil.
What's going to happen to him? I'm leaving today, and he's staying here. I hate this. Why can't I remember him. Everytime I look at him it's like he's the missing piece of the puzzle. As if I were able to remember him, I'd be able to remember everything. But my mind goes blank. I feel like I'm missing something, is he that something?
I walk out of the bathroom and go to the room I've been spending most of my time in. I see Phil there, and he looks anxious. When he sees me he smiles. I smile back and continue shaking in the coldness of the room. He takes off his sweater and hands it to me.
"Your cold," he says and helps me put it on. It's blue and says 'pugs not drugs' on it, to which I smile at. It hangs on my small body, but makes me feel warm. I can smell Phil on it and I feel better.
I look over to Phil. He's wearing black jeans, a dark blue shirt with a red collar and white stars and glasses. I feel my stomach go into knots as I think about the fact I moving.
He catches my staring and just stares back. I put my arms around him tightly and start to cry. I feel him almost immediately wrap his own around me and feel my shoulder get wet. I try to calm down but can't. Tears keep falling from my eyes. I don't want to leave from being in his arms. I feel safe. Needed, wanted. I know I've technically only known him for a week, but I feel safe. I want to stay. I can't go.
I hear the door open but don't even care, I latch onto Phil harder. I feel him pull away as he looks me in the eyes, our faces not far apart. He places his hand on my cheek, stroking away my tears with his thumb.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you that night Dan," he whispers.
"Please don't be. This isn't your fault. It's mine. If I knew what would've happened, I'd never done it. I'm sorry, I mess up," I whisper back.
"It's so great to hear your voice," he says smiling a little, eyes glassy.
"I know you don't remember me," he continues, "but I love you Dan." And his tears fall again. I rest my head on his shoulder. "I love you too."
"Alright Dan, we have to get going now if we wanna catch our flight," the lady, or my mum , says.
"Can Phil come to the airport with us?" I ask her.
"Awe, your talking again. And yes," she smiles sympathetically.
The car ride to the airport was quiet. I rested my head on Phil's shoulder and he rested his head on mine. I grabbed for his hand and he took mine back.
This was making it harder to say goodbye.
When we arrived at the airport, I ask my mum if I could just spend the remaining time with Phil. She nodded and we walked around.
"My mums coming to pick me up soon," he says looking down. Our hands are interlocked and we stop walking.
"Ok," I say trying not to sound upset.
"I guess I should go," he says.
We hug once more, this time I'm positive I don't want to let him go.
"Bye Dan," he says into the hug. "I love you."
This is making it harder to say goodbye.
"Please don't go!" I say as he pulls away.
"I wish I could say the same to you," he says walking out the door. I stand watching him, using every instinct not to run and hold him down.
He stops and looks at me once more, waving.
It feels like I've been stabbed in the heart.
I wave back, mouthing "I love you" to him. He smiles and walks out, and I see a tear fall off his nose.
Phil's POV
I walk out fast, I don't want Dan to see me cry.
It's pouring outside, and I lose all ability to hold anything in anymore. I scream to the top of my lungs, thankfully no one's around.
I start to cry as all of the memories Dan and I made together came flooding back. One that stands out the most is when we first 'did it.' I remember it was both of our first times. And it was the same day we admitted how we felt for each other.
I just wish I could relive the moment before I got in the car and left. I'd never had gone.
Dan's POV
I make my way back to my parents. When I arrive they're both standing talking about something. I felt myself slipping away, tears hot in my eyes. I walk over to the guy, my dad, and hug him. He didn't move. He felt tense. I waited for him to relax, but instead he pushes me away, and I stumble almost falling.
"Get the fuck away from me you good for nothing gay shit." My mum rushes over to him instantly angry, but I don't hear what she says.
I remember when I told my mum I may be gay and he pushed me down and slapped me a year ago.
I suddenly remembered thanking him and exiting a car, making my way to a school office. I remember sitting in a desk, in an empty classroom. I remember pulling out my notebook and pencils. I remember a boy with black hair and pale skin walking in. I remember staring at him, and him introducing himself. I remember. That boy was Phil.
As weak as my body was I turn and run for the door at the other side of the building.
I run into it and push it open with my left palm. I stop once outside squinting, trying to see through the heavy rain.
"Phil!" I yell as loud as I can, clothes getting drenched.
"PHIL!" I yell again.
In the distance I see a black haired figure turn to face me. I bolt towards him, and he comes to me. I feels like forever, but when we finally reach each other our bodies collide and we hug, both getting even more drenched than I thought possible.
"Phil, I remembered when we first met!" I say pulling away from him. "I remember meeting you. I can't go Phil, I love you. I don't care what I have to do, I'm not leaving."
"Dan, I love you too," he says and cups my cheek. "Promise you'll stay?" he asks, and I press my lips to his, and feel him press his back. We pull away, and smile. "I promise." I've never felt so complete.
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Was that good?! I know, very 'classic romantic movie' scene. But I think it fits!?
So there will be one more chapter coming.
And then... it'll be over!
*cries*
I gotta make this last one good!
Also, I don't even know what to say about DanAndPhilCRAFTS. Like seriously. What in the literal fuck was did I watch?
Anyway, stay safe xx
~K