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Chapter 18: Skies Get Rough

A/N: Hey guys, sorry we are THREE WEEKS LATE. On Friday we aimed to get it done for Saturday... Three weeks ago. But that didn't happen and we FINALLY finished. Hopefully we have chapter 19 done for next week but no promises. Anyways we have officially entered in the wattys so if there's any voting or anything you can help with we will let you know. Again sorry for being late.
~ Elizabeth💕 and Reem🌺

Dan's POV

The way his voice sat under my own. It felt like heaven.

Hours later and I still have Phil Lester in my mind. Sure I'm trapped inside his phone but it feels like the thought of him will never escape my head. I wonder if he'll believe this situation.

I've shrunk down, to a size small enough to make his headphone jack seem like a cozy slide. Will he believe me.

I hope he believes me and gets me out of here. He could talk to Delia. Phil could make everything better for the both of us.

It's so strange to me really. The man that I fell in love with through a screen had so much going on that he wouldn't dare mention.

I hear movement from outside and open the camera to see Phil's face.

"Dan?" His angelic voice fl oats to my ears.

"Yes, lion?" Since Phil said "I love you", I've been trying out nicknames for him.

I can hear him chuckle "Lion, that's cute. I like it"

   A smile further spreads across my face.

"So anyways, I figured I should probably make a video soon. So people don't worry." His voice becomes sad and serious, making my smile disappear.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea." How much is he going to tell them?

I clear my throat with a deep breath that makes my ribs ache. While I'm aware that Phil should be making videos. I don't feel like he's really.. Ready.

I could easily count the hours since he tried to jump from that bridge. The thought of that moment makes me shiver.

It was so close to Phils life ending because I was oblivious and wanted to make him happy.

"I don't know what I'm going to tell them." His voice is even sadder and it breaks my heart.

   I look out of the camera and Phil is looking out his window. His eyes are sad but glow a little here and there.

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Phil quietly set up his camera and I just sat listening to his jagged breathing, his sniffles, I could feel his depression and suffering.

Maybe this will be a good thing for him, to get it out to someone else.

Phil sits on his bed, I can only see the top of his head. I can barely see his eyes but I can see just enough to see how sad he really is.

I wish there was more I could do, anything.

I can hear him start with his famous intro that always brought a smile to my face. But this time it's different. I can feel his sadness, if it wasn't obvious by how he looks, it's definitely clear through his voice.

The fans will just worry more about him, unless he somehow covers up his feelings.

"So I know I haven't uploaded in a while. Sorry about that." He's always apologizing.

"It's just a lot of things have been going on in my life lately that I'm not quiet ready to share with you yet." Will he ever tell them? Will he share what's really going on with the whole world? I don't know if he could handle that.

"Some things for the better, some things not." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "I'll edit some of that out." He takes another deep breath but it's extremely jagged. It's like after you've been crying for a while and you are trying to calm yourself down. That's exactly what he is doing.

I can see him look over at me, his eyes are starting to get red and puffy. "Anyways, I- I'm making this video to tell you g-guys that I'm fine and y-you don't need to worry about me." His voice gets even worse and I can sense the tears about to fall from his eyes.

The first tear falls and rolls down his chin. I would be admiring his beauty and perfection but now is not the time. My cheat aches from the pressure building up. I just want him to be ok. But I can't do anything about it while I'm in this phone.

"Phil?" I call out, my voice shaky and weak.

He doesn't answer. Instead he wraps his arms around his chest and pulls his knees up to his head. He hides his head and I can hear his sobs echo through the room.

The man I love is only a few feet away, sobbing, and there is nothing I can do. And it kills me.