The Secret Relationship of Dan and Phil

Chapter 7. Going Home

Yeah... It completely slipped my mind that you sexy brits don't celebrate thanksgiving... So I'll change it sometime soon. :) Thanks for reading!

Also, TW self harm

3RD PERSON POV

"I just need Dan and my things from upstairs." He explained. 

"One minute." he said, and closed the door. Forty five seconds later, Mr. Howell was back with their bags.

"Thanks." Phil said politely. Mr. Howell shot him a glare. Phil left. He got back to the hotel six or seven minutes after he had left, and he quickly mounted to flight of stairs.

"Dan?" he called when he didn't open the door when he knocked. Phil sighed and pulled out his card. He was probably asleep. He pushed open the door and was surprised to see that Dan wasn't on the bed. The bathroom door was closed, though. That would explain it. He put their bags on the floor and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Dan?" he asked. No answer. "Dan, are you all right?" He was getting concerned. "Dan?" Still no answer. "I'm coming in." he said, pushing open the door. The sight that greeted him was terrifying. Dan was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a blank look in his usually vibrant eyes, blood trickling down his arm, and a razor in the other hand, "Oh my god." Phil gasped, wrenching the razor out of Dan's lifeless hands before looking at his arm. He was frantic;how deep had it gone? He quickly pulled off his shirt and pressed it to Dan's arm to staunch the bleeding. When he took it off, he was glad to see that the gash had stopped bleeding, and was not as bad as he had originally thought. 

"Oh Dan." he whispered sadly, wrapping the unresponsive man's arm in gauze. When Phil was finished, he helped Dan up and to the bed. He tucked the shaken boy in and climbed in beside him. 

"I'm so sorry." Dan whispered, tears dripping out of his eyes. "This is all my fault."

Phil held him tightly. "No it isn't. It's my fault. I kissed you." Dan curled into a ball, silently crying into Phil's shoulder.

 Phil felt horrid;not only had he completely ruined Dan's relationship with his family, he let him do that to himself. Everything was his fault. Maybe Dan would be better off without him. He could apologise to his parents, get back on their good side somehow, if they knew they weren't together. He had caused Dan so much pain. Maybe it would be better just to break up before their feelings got any stronger. Phil loved Dan, to the extent where he would do anything for him, and maybe what Dan needed wasn't him. The thought put tears in his eyes. 

"Phil?" Dan sniffed.

Phil pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Yeah?"

"Please...whatever you do, please don't leave me." he whimpered. 

Phil's heart broke. If Dan wanted him, then he would stay. "I'll never leave you until you tell me to." 

"I'll never tell you to."

Dan's POV