"M-my... m-my bo- my friend." He stammered.

Did he want to say something else?

"Sir, I might be afraid you can't go." The nurse turned down Phil.

And then guess what? Timing.

My dad pulled up in our driveway.

I saw him run.

I rolled my eyes.

"Likd he gives a fuck! Right Dan?"

Of course, they don't care. All he does is have fights with mum. I silently replied to he voices.

"What's wrong her- why is my daughter lying here?!" Dad screamed in terror.

"We assume that this is your daughter, okay, you can go- what's your name?" He pointed to me.

"Dan. Dan Howell." I replied, glaring at dad.

"-- Dan Howell, you can come with this guy." The nurse nodded at pointed at Phil.

"It's Phil." I spat.

"Mm, okay, Mr. Howell, come with your daughter," the nurse nodded, and glared at me.

They carried Dani's bed and dad was following the nurses.

"P-Phil." I hugged him.

"I-it's gonna be okay, Dan." He replied, drawing comforting circles on my back.

"I-I hope, s-she was in a really bad state- and I-"

"Shh, Dan. Don't tell me, I respect your privacy-- let's go and follow the ambulance, yeah?" He let go of the hug, held both of my hands and smiled at me.

I smiled back.

"Y-yeah, let's go." I nodded, he let go of my hands and went beside me.

We were walking to his car, and then he held my hand.

"Oh- I- uhm, I-" Phil stuttered.

"Idiot, it's okay. We literally made out before, and now you're being all cute and flustered over hand-holding?" I giggled.

He was blushing a lot.

"Well- I uhm, yeah." He smiled, clearly embarassed, as he facepalmed.

"Cute little bitch." I grinned even wider.

We were now at his car.

He unlocked the car, and I opened the front car door.

"You want to be in the fron seat, huh?" Phil giggled.

Oh my god, Philip Michael Lester. You should be in prison. It is illegal to be that cute.

"Yeah, what if I wanted kisses?" I said, my friendly smile faltering, quickly forming into a cheeky ( c h e e k y ) smirk.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He laughed.

That laugh will be the death of me.

I ducked and put my tall self inside the car, and sat down.

I slammed the car door and waited for Phil.

He also came inside and slammed the door.

He sat down and wiggled onto his seat to receive comfort.

I looked down.

Even thougn I was acting all cheery.

I'm still shitting myself.

My sister almost died.

I really am a bad brother, am I?

"And Dan, I already knew that we weren't going to the café, so, erm... I got you your favourite coffee from there." He half-smiled, setting up stuff.

He turned the keys and the radio turned on.

"Here's 'Kiss Me' by Ed Sheeran." The radio guy announced.

"The song title describes what I want you to do right now, Dan." He smirked.

"Shuuut up, this is serious business." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Yeah, okaaay." He focused on driving.

- - -

This feels like falling in love.

Indeed it is.

The light turned red, so Phil stopped. (  c o m m o n  s e n s e  w i t h  D a n. 9PM at GMT )

"Hey Phil. Face me."

So he did.

"Ye-" I just went for it, I gave him a kiss.

He kissed back.

And as always, butterflies.

He broke the short but sweet kiss. The light turned green and Phil was focused again.

We're falling in love...

Are we?

We are.

Well maybe not, we.

We aren't falling in love, as far as I know.

I am falling in love.

~  ~ ~

That chapter was tragic and cute and the same time.

I'M JUST IMAGINING KISS ME IN THE BACKGROUND THEM KISSING

I GAVE MY SELF PHEELS WOOP

GOTTA TROYLER

GOTTA HSM ORIGINAL CAST

GOTTA NEWT

GOTTA ZAYN

GOTTA CRABSTICKZ (i'm so, so, so, sorry)

GOTTA HANNAH MINX

GOTTA MY EX BOYFRIEND

HAHAHAAHH

ILY BBYS ×

- allyyyyyyy is doing jazz hands

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