TRIGGER WARNING (Self harm and suicide triggers)
PHIL P.O.V.
I hear Dan coming back into the house about 15 minutes after he left.
" Dan!" I run into his arms. "I'm so glad you're okay." I hug him tighter. He kisses my forehead and laces his fingers with mine. He pulls me to his laptop and shows me what is on the screen.
"When do you want to get married?" He asks. I fell dizzy at the thought. With all the drama about Tyler I had forgotten. I look down at my hand and see the ring that is engraved with 'To Phil, My Love' and blush. I felt him staring at the back of my head and realise he is waiting for an answer.
"Oh um, two weeks?" I say. That should be enough planning time right? He smiles at me and presses a kiss onto my lips. I place my hands around the back off his neck and pull him closer. We kiss a passionate kiss full of love.
After planning our wedding (well some of it) we go to sleep. Dan falls asleep quite quickly and I listen to him breathe. In, out, in out. I fall asleep with his body by my side.
When I wake Dan is sitting beside me. He looks somewhat sad. I choose to ignore that though. As we eat breakfast Dan doesn't seem himself, he is a more quieter version. This is when I notice some scars and cuts on his wrist.
"Dan! Have you been self harming?!" I exclaim. He simply stalks off to his room. I run after him but he locks the door behind him.
I go off to do my daily routine. Dan walks out of his room and says that he is going for a walk. I mainly tweet a lot and make videos for Dan to post on danisnotonfirevyou1. I didn't realise that it was 6pm and he still hasn't come home. Time really did fly by. I decide to call him and see if he's okay. No answer. I call PJ and Chris to ask if they know where he is but they hang up when I mention his name. Something's up and I want to know what it is. I call Louise and the same thing happens. I give up and turn on the TV.
"Unfortunately we have a person who committed suicide today. The internet cult leader Dan Howell or better known as danisnotonfire jumped off a bridge near London this after noon." Said the newsreader. I immediately turn the TV off. That must be why no one was telling me what was going on. I suddenly hope that this is some sort of cruel joke but a part of me knows it's true.
I run into the kitchen with tears completely covering my face. He's confirmed to be dead. This must be the only way to be with him. People say don't make stupid decisions while you're upset. This isn't a stupid decision. This is a normal one. I press a steak knife to my neck and push, killing myself.
(A/N: I know this is a short chapter and yes you can hate me for this)