(Partial credit goes to bands-youtube-imagines for the main idea of the fanfic. I wanted to thank them for giving me permission. Also y/n stands for your name and writing this made me cry so you might want a tissue or 20. Overall just thanks for reading since this is my first fanfic please don’t judge to harshly! Also I apologize for any grammar mistakes I may have made.)
Phil had been ill for quite some time now. He hadn’t gone to the doctors yet so you and everyone else were clueless as to what was wrong with him. It was obvious though just how bad it was. Phil was much less active and it was even taking a toll on his videos. He made fewer videos and was much less energetic in them as he used to be. Today he was finally going to the doctors. Strangely though he said he didn’t want you or Dan to go with him. But why not? You and Dan were his best friends. But as long as he was going to the doctor’s you didn’t care. You just had a sinking feeling that it wasn’t going to be good…
Phil arrived home a few hours later. You ran to the door of the apartment that you shared with him and Dan. When you opened the door you knew immediately that something was wrong. Your smile slipped from your face. “Phil, Phil what’s wrong?” You could hear the concern in your own voice. “Don’t worry y/n it’s nothing serious. I’m just going to go lay down now, okay?” Phil never was a good liar and you could tell it was serious. You could see the pain and sadness in his eyes. Also his hope that you wouldn’t question him. And you wouldn’t, well not yet anyways. “Of course” you said, struggling to stay calm. “Thanks” he whispered, barely audible. He slipped past you into his room, and there he stayed for the rest of the night.
It was two days after Phil’s first doctors visit. He was very upset about whatever was wrong with him. He wasn’t eating or laughing or being social at all. Just moping about the apartment. You were extremely worried about him. What was so serious that it could change him like this? Be so upsetting that it could take such a drastic toll on his personality? He had aged by about five years in the past two days. His eyes no longer lit up, he didn’t smile, and his childlike innocence had been replaced by an aura of great sadness. But whatever this was you were determined to help him through it and eventually get the old Phil back. Then maybe, just maybe, you could tell him you had a crush on him. But for now he needed a little while to mope.
It was time for Phil to go back to the doctor’s for a checkup and he had asked you to come along. “I would’ve asked Dan to come to but this is serious and Dan just doesn’t do serious” he explained. “Don’t worry I understand.” And you did understand. Dab would be joking every second trying to break the tension.
You were almost at the doctor’s when you built up the nerve to ask him. “Phil what exactly is wrong with you? We’re gong to the doctor’s so I’ll find out anyways. Please tell me I can’t go unprepared for whatever this is. Please tell me” you pleaded. It was driving you insane not knowing. “I’m sorry y/n but I can’t bare to tell you.” When he said this his voice cracked. Finally you arrived at the doctor’s. Now you were going to figure out what was wrong.
Tension was running high while you were sitting with him in the waiting room. Like a minefield one wrong step and everything would shatter. Finally, the doctor called you and Phil in. Slowly you walked with him into the back room. The doctor introduced himself as Dr. Martin Harworthaw. He saw your confused expression and pulled you aside to ask if you knew what was going on. When you said no he told you what was wrong with Phil and your whole world came crashing down around you. Phil had a brain tumor. He’d had it for a long time now and it was to far along to fix. There was nothing anyone could do for him now. But that wasn’t the worst of the news. You and Phil were there for a reason right?
You sat down next to Phil, struggling not to start sobbing, knowing that you had to stay strong for him. Dr. Harworthaw sat down across from you two. He took out a folder and out of that got some pictures. They were MRI scans of Phil’s brain. You could easily see the tumor. “Well Mr. Lester I have some bad news. There’s no easy way to say this but, you only have a year to live. A year and a half at the most. You couldn’t control it now. You broke into loud, heartbroken sobs. "Shhhh y/n. Calm down. I promise you that we’ll make this the best year and a half ever” Phil promised.
On the was home from the doctor’s office you called Dan and, still crying, you told him the news. He was just as upset as you were, if not more. He dropped the home and you heard him start crying. The phone then hung up. When you got home Dan was locked in his bedroom. You sat Phil down at the table and proposed the idea of making a bucket list of things he wanted to do this year. He said it was perfect so together you, him, and finally Dan sat down and in one hour made this list:
Get a matching tattoo with Dan.
Get a matching tattoo with y/n.
Go camping with y/n and Dan.
Make a video everyday for a month.
Tell everyone just how much they mean to me.
Tell “her” how much I love her. Propose, marry, have a kid.
After spending one hour making this list Phil said he needed some alone time. He grabbed his wallet and left the apartment. You decided to make dinner for Dan and yourself while Phil was gone. Since he had grabbed his wallet you assumed he was planning on stopping at Starbucks or something for dinner. After making the best food you were capable of (which was pretty good since you’re an amazing cook), you and Dan sat down to dinner. Neither of you were ready to talk about it though so you made small talk about video games and the weather and stuff. Finally after dinner you and him went to bed.
When you woke up Phil was sitting on the edge of your bed. “Phil are you okay?” you asked him. When he looked up you saw the tear marks on his face. “I don’t wanna die, y/n” he said and began to sob. “There’s just so much I’m not going to get to do.” Now you were crying too. “Oh Phil, it’s not going to be for a long while” you whispered, hugging him. “Y/n I know it’s to late but, I just wanted you to know that I love you. I’ve loved you since the first day we met. I just wanted to ask, will you do me the honor, of being my wife?” He reached into his pocket and took out a little black velvet box. Inside was a ring with a small diamond. It wasn’t much but you knew it was the best he could do. “Phil, of course!” You said hugging him. When you looked up you saw he was smiling. It was his first smile in a long time. Together you sat, planning out your wedding. It would be small and in about a week but at least it was a wedding.
One week later you had your wedding. As expected it wasn’t much. Close friends and family. Phil was happy, you were happy, Dan was happy being Phil’s best man. The cake was amazing, your dress was beautiful. It was a small wedding but it was perfect.
Three weeks later Phil was waiting anxiously outside the bathroom door while you took your pregnancy test. You saw that it read positive and ran out to show Phil. He was ecstatic. He got down on his knees and put his head up to your stomach. “hey in there. This is your daddy. Now I’m not going to get to meet you but I just want you to know that daddy loves you” he whispered. You started crying and fell into his arms. “Oh Phil, why does it have to be like this? Why?” you said in between sobs “I don’t know love, I don’t know.”
During the rest of the year Phil completed everything on his bucket list. Now he was so weak that he was admitted to the hospital. Also it was determined that the baby was going to be a boy. You decided to name him Jonathan Phil Lester. While Phil was sitting around he realized that he still hadn’t told his fans how much the meant to him. He gave you the camera and together you made and edited this video:
“Hey guys as you well know I’ve been very sick lately. But if you’re watching this than that means I’ve passed away. By now I’m reunited with Simon, Linda, the Triops, and my goldfish. I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for making these past few years the best that I’ve ever had. All of you mean so much to me and I couldn’t as for better fans. Please don’t forget me. Me an y/n put together this montage of a few of my best moments. I love you. Goodbye.” He then made his hands a heart and brought them to the camera. Now in the video Here Without You by 3 Doors Down started playing along with a montage of some of his best video moments.
You had finished editing the video about 2 hours ago but you couldn’t fall alseep. It was 1:32 in the morning. You were determined not to upload the video until he had passed. You new it was going to be soon though because of his diminishing health. You were lying around trying to sleep when your phone rang. It was the hospital. You answered the phone and heard the news. Phil had passed. It was time.
You walked to the computer.
You brought your cursor down to the button.
Okay so I think for my first fanfic I did pretty good. How do you think I did? Do you think I did good?
