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CRASH
The door slammed open, jolting me awake. I must've falled asleep on the sofa, waiting for Phil to get home...
He'd said that he would only be gone for ten mintues, and I'd believed him- Foolishly.
Phil had had a problem since the incident.
He'd drink and drink and drink until his stomach would swirl and loop frantically, coloured goo eventually surging out of his mouth. He'd sometimes come home forgetting that IT had happened. He'd jump in, happy-drunk, spinning and jumping and singing Muse joyfully.
But then I'd ask why he was drunk and he'd remember why he'd stormed out for a drink. Why everything went wrong.
Why.
Why.
Why.
~ Phil's POV
"Dan!!!" I giggled, crushing my empty beer can against my head and discarding it on the ground.
Wow, Dan was so precious to me...
"Phil, are you drunk?" Dan smirked, poking my nose.
"Maybe.." I whispered, snuggling my head into the crook of this tanned, cosy neck. I heard him laugh, then felt his soft hand massage my hair, "Let's get you home, big guy" he breathed into my ear, making my breath catch momentarily.
"You're so sexy when you say that.." I giggled once again. His beautiful face just turned me into a quivering mess, a pool of hormones.
He pushed me back then grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me out of the pub we'd been in. It was a relief to get out of the closed, smokey, alcohol-pungent area and escape outside, into a clear and fresh atmosphere. The carpark looked magical and beautiful, the moon shining off of the car hoods and windows, shadows craning all over the cement.
I stopped Dan from running and, pressing my lips to his cheek, I realised that every place in the world became more beautiful when I was near him. My Dan. My gorgeous baby...
I raised his hand to my face and pulled him round, forcing him to look at me. "I really love you, you know.." I mumbled into his hand's smooth skin.
I saw Dan's eyes light up, his mouth going to move...
CRASH
...
...I will always remember that crash.
THE crash.
A crash unlike any other.
It was followed by crackles and small sparkles from the moon reflecting off of the object that made the noise. The moon didn't seem quite as peaceful after that crash.
His eyes were brown, a flawless shade that just screamed Dan, love, Lions..
My Dan's eyes. His eyes. The eyes he'd said he only had for me..
But the glass bottle had destroyed them.
My eyes. My love.
The bottle had been a Coke bottle, crackling and smashing into a million pieces as soon as it came into contact with Dan's face- pieces poking straight into his eyes.
A laugh emitted from behind me, followed by a swift movement of feet and a faraway call of "FAGS"
I never did find out who hurt my baby...
I didn't see them.
And, apparently, neither did Dan. Or rather, neither could Dan.
~ (end of Phil's POV)
I moved my hands around the sofa, grasping at the cushions. "Phil...?" I asked, my words being responded to with a quick pitter-patter of feet and then a movement in the sofa..
Then a hand brushed against my cheek softly.
I remember when he used to touch me more. Now, a soft touch to the cheek seemed like all he could do.
He blamed himself and I hated it. I just wanted to look him in the eyes and tell him how much I loved him..
Alas, no matter how much I tried, all I could muster was a choked "I love you.."
I heard a low sob and felt Phil's hand move my head, "I'm.. I'm over here, love..I..." though, I never did hear what he was going to say.
All I heard from that point on were the tears and cries of my love. Cries I know that I couldn't stop, tears I was blind to besides the damp feel. Shrieks that pierced my ears, shook my insides...
I couldn't stop my baby crying.
The door slammed open, jolting me awake. I must've falled asleep on the sofa, waiting for Phil to get home...
He'd said that he would only be gone for ten mintues, and I'd believed him- Foolishly.
Phil had had a problem since the incident.
He'd drink and drink and drink until his stomach would swirl and loop frantically, coloured goo eventually surging out of his mouth. He'd sometimes come home forgetting that IT had happened. He'd jump in, happy-drunk, spinning and jumping and singing Muse joyfully.
But then I'd ask why he was drunk and he'd remember why he'd stormed out for a drink. Why everything went wrong.
Why.
Why.
Why.
~ Phil's POV
"Dan!!!" I giggled, crushing my empty beer can against my head and discarding it on the ground.
Wow, Dan was so precious to me...
"Phil, are you drunk?" Dan smirked, poking my nose.
"Maybe.." I whispered, snuggling my head into the crook of this tanned, cosy neck. I heard him laugh, then felt his soft hand massage my hair, "Let's get you home, big guy" he breathed into my ear, making my breath catch momentarily.
"You're so sexy when you say that.." I giggled once again. His beautiful face just turned me into a quivering mess, a pool of hormones.
He pushed me back then grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me out of the pub we'd been in. It was a relief to get out of the closed, smokey, alcohol-pungent area and escape outside, into a clear and fresh atmosphere. The carpark looked magical and beautiful, the moon shining off of the car hoods and windows, shadows craning all over the cement.
I stopped Dan from running and, pressing my lips to his cheek, I realised that every place in the world became more beautiful when I was near him. My Dan. My gorgeous baby...
I raised his hand to my face and pulled him round, forcing him to look at me. "I really love you, you know.." I mumbled into his hand's smooth skin.
I saw Dan's eyes light up, his mouth going to move...
CRASH
...
...I will always remember that crash.
THE crash.
A crash unlike any other.
It was followed by crackles and small sparkles from the moon reflecting off of the object that made the noise. The moon didn't seem quite as peaceful after that crash.
His eyes were brown, a flawless shade that just screamed Dan, love, Lions..
My Dan's eyes. His eyes. The eyes he'd said he only had for me..
But the glass bottle had destroyed them.
My eyes. My love.
The bottle had been a Coke bottle, crackling and smashing into a million pieces as soon as it came into contact with Dan's face- pieces poking straight into his eyes.
A laugh emitted from behind me, followed by a swift movement of feet and a faraway call of "FAGS"
I never did find out who hurt my baby...
I didn't see them.
And, apparently, neither did Dan. Or rather, neither could Dan.
~ (end of Phil's POV)
I moved my hands around the sofa, grasping at the cushions. "Phil...?" I asked, my words being responded to with a quick pitter-patter of feet and then a movement in the sofa..
Then a hand brushed against my cheek softly.
I remember when he used to touch me more. Now, a soft touch to the cheek seemed like all he could do.
He blamed himself and I hated it. I just wanted to look him in the eyes and tell him how much I loved him..
Alas, no matter how much I tried, all I could muster was a choked "I love you.."
I heard a low sob and felt Phil's hand move my head, "I'm.. I'm over here, love..I..." though, I never did hear what he was going to say.
All I heard from that point on were the tears and cries of my love. Cries I know that I couldn't stop, tears I was blind to besides the damp feel. Shrieks that pierced my ears, shook my insides...
I couldn't stop my baby crying.
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"You know what? Fine! I'll go! AND MAYBE THIS TIME I WON'T COME BACK!" I roared, slamming the door shut. Fucking family. We'd had yet another argument that had resulted in them kicking me out. Fan-fucking-tastic. I shivered against the near arctic winds of the North and instantly regretted not getting a coat or jacket before I left. It's not like I can go back now, though. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly texted Dan:
'Hey, can I stay round yours for a while?'
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'Sure, family problems again?'
'You know it.' I type
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SEE what I did with the title?
So funny..
but totally not, omg!!
I dunno why I wrote this...
BRYONY MAKES ME WRITE SAD SHIT, OKAY!?
Enjoy!!
x
So funny..
but totally not, omg!!
I dunno why I wrote this...
BRYONY MAKES ME WRITE SAD SHIT, OKAY!?
Enjoy!!
x
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Omfg how why 😩😩😩😫😫😫😭😭😭 jesus this is so sad