It's a cold and windy day, Dan is in his flat that he shares with his best friend, Phil Lester. Phil was out with some friends, of course he offered Dan to go but he couldn't be bothered to go outside. Dan was laying on his bed, scrolling through Tumblr on his phone but got bored rather quickly, and sat up and leaned against his bed frame, opened his bedside drawer and pulled out his diary (he prefered to call it a journal, but Phil always corrects him that it's a diary and that it's okay to have one,no matter how silly it may seem) Dan got off his bed, diary and phone in his hand and heads for the living room. He sits in his usual spot on the sofa. Dan always tends to write his feelings and secrets in his diary, the ones he had to keep hidden from Phil. Dan has this one secret that he had kept from Phil for about 6 years.He has strong feelings towards Phil. It's not like he doesn't want to tell Phil, he wants him to know how he feels with every piece of his heart.He was going to tell him years ago, because how hard could it be? After all, it was only a feeling. Only that was easier said than done. So with Dan sitting on the couch, staring at the blank page in his diary, he felt like he can't keep it in any longer and now he's finally worked up the courage to tell Phil. He writes down on what he will approach him, what words he would say and how he would say it, but everything looked and seemed wrong. He let out a loud groan and crumpled and chucked his 12th piece of paper across the room. "What the bloody hell am I doing?" Dan says to himself,throwing his head back in frustration. He throws his diary and gets up and paces in the living room "I shouldn't have to write down on some stupid piece of paper on what I feel, it should all just come naturally damn it!" His phone lights up, he's gotten a text. He walks over to sit on the edge of the sofa and picks up his phone and reads the text, it's from Phil. 'I'll be home in about 20 minutes, do you think you can make some coffee for me, please? It's frickin freezing.' Dan smiles and replies, 'Sure thing buddy, see you soon.' He sends his text, stands up and puts his phone in his pocket. Before he heads to the kitchen, he picks up the crumpled papers and his diary and walks into the kitchen, throwing away the papers. He sets his diary on the counter and turns on the coffee pot. He picks up his diary and runs to his room and stuffs it into the table side bed drawer again. He runs back to the kitchen and grabs a cup as he wants hot chocolate, since he's feeling a bit lazy, he just makes the hot chocolate in his cup warming it up in the microwave, not doing it in the proper way but he didn't care. As he grabs another cup for the coffee, he hears footsteps coming up the stairs. As Dan pours the coffee into the cup, Phil enters the kitchen, rosey cheeks and hair a bit scruffed up from the wind. "Hey! How was it?" Dan asks with a cheerful smile, handing Phil his coffee. "Fantastic! What about you?" He responds, sipping his coffee. "A bit boring to be honest with you, but glad your back." Dan says grabbing his hot chocolate out of the microwave. "I did offer you to come, but you were being stubborn as always" Phil says teasing him. "Oh shut up" he laughs. "C'mon why don't we go into the living room?" Phil suggests. Dan follows him into the living room and onto the sofa. "So, it is only 3:00pm and I haven't been outside all day, why don't go out?" he suggests, fixing his fringe. Phil laughs and responds "I was literally just out, you should have came with me when I asked." Dan sets his cup down on the table "Good point, so what do you want to do then?" Phil looks over beside Dan "You can go turn on the fireplace for one thing." Dan rolls his eyes and chuckles but does what he's told. Phil went to their bedrooms and grabbed their laptops, he sits back on the sofa and hands over Dan's laptop. They scroll through Tumblr,showing each other edits of them, having a good time and laughing. "Phil, I've got to tell you something." Oh-no, this is not how Dan wanted to tell him, he didn't want to, well at least not right now, but he has no choice now. "Sure what is it?" Phil responds taking his eyes off the computer screen. 'Now think about this Dan, do you really want to tell him how you feel? This could ruin a perfectly good friendship. Do you really want to throw that away. Just make up a lie, say something bizarre that he won't believe' "I really like you." Dan says looking down at his hands. "Okay?" Phil says in confusion. 'For fuck sakes Dan, you blew it you idiot. Have you ever thought he probably doesn't like you back.' "What I mean is tha-" Phil cuts him off. "I know what you mean Dan, you have feelings for me, I get it." he says with frustration in his tone of voice. "Are you alright? I'm sorr-" Phil cuts him off once again. "How long?" He asks. I knew what he meant by this, how long have I liked him for. "About 6 years." He says fidgiting with his hands. "Why didn't you tell me 6 years ago?" He asks with his eyes closed shut. "I-I guess I just couldn't work up the coura-" Phil cuts him off for the third time now. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He says closing the laptop and sets it onto the table. "Are you alright?" Dan asks with concern. "Yeah, just put your laptop down" Dan shuts his laptop and sets it beside Phil's on the table. Phil pushes the table away from them and gets up and kneels in front of Dan. "Wha-Phil, what are you doi-" Phil cuts him off, no surprise. "Dan, I need to tell you something, but you can't get mad and don't freak out, cause I'll explain." He says looking into Dan's eyes. "Uhm, okay." He responds nervously. "Dan, I know you just confessed your feelings for me and I'm so happy you did because I have feelings for you too, I have for, well before we met." "Wait, I wasn't expecting you to like me back,jesus Phil, this is great because this means we can be together an-" Phil puts his hand over Dan's mouth, indicating that he needs to stop talking. "I haven't finished." Dan nods and Phil takes his hand away from his best friends mouth. "Dan, as much as I want us together like you do, we can't,well at least not physically" Phil sighs. "What do you mean?Are you okay?" Dan asks in confusion. "Dan, I'm not actually alive." Phil gets up and sits on the edge of the coffee table. "What do you mean you're not alive? Clearly you are, I can see you." Dan lifts his eyebrow. "I knew you were going to say that." Phil sighs "Dan, there's no other way to say this but I'm dead and believe it or not, you're the only person who can see me." He looks down at his feet. "Well you're not wrong, I don't believe you. Where the hell did that come from? There's no proof that you even are dead, plus how did you die and why wasn't I notified and why wasn't I at your funeral?" Dan has so many questions and thought that was a joke. Phil looks down to the floor, shakes his head,tapping his fingers on the edge of the coffee table, then stopped and looked up at Dan and smirks. "What?" Dan asks nervously frustrated. Phil gets off from the coffee table and walks over to Dan, grabs his hand and says "Come with me" Dan refuses but Phil pulls him off the sofa aanyways and he takes Dan to his bedroom and closes the door. "Okay, yes Phil,it's your bedroom." Dan says in confusion and in annoyance. "Just hold on tiger, we haven't gotten to the good part yet." Phil turns on the lights. "You better not be doing some witch craft bullshit on me." Dan crosses his arms. "Shut up Dan. I need to show you something." Phil says grabbing Dan's hand. "I don't trust you but okay." Dan says letting Phil do what he wants to do. Phil walks a couple steps. "Also, don't freak out, don't scream, don't run and please for the love of God, do not punch me." Dan just raises an eyebrow. Phil walks him and Dan to stand in front of the mirror, Dan couldn't believe it, he couldn't see Phil in the mirror,Phil has no reflection of himself, Dan turns to Phil and backs away slowly and whispers "Oh my God,you really are dead." Phil grabs Dan and forces him to sit on the edge of the bed as be goes to stand in front of the door, knowing Dan was trying to escape. "Dan, let me explain." Phil says in a calm voice. "No, shut the hell up and answer my questions." Dan says raising his voice." Phil nods indicating Dan to proceed. "How long have you've been dead for? How in the fucking hell did you die? Does anyone know that you're dead? And how am I the only fucking person who can see you?" Dan asks furious. "I've been dead for a year, I got hit by a car,yes everyone knows I'm dea-" Dan cuts him off. "Okay now answer me this, if everyone knows you're dead, then why in hell aren't I seeing questions about you?" Dan raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. "I may have learned your passwords for your social medias and go through them frequently and delete or block anything in regards to me." Phil looks down at his feet. "You what?!" Dan looks up to Phil, furious as ever. "I'm-I just couldnt, well I cou-" Dan cuts him off. "Doesn't fucking matter now." Dan mumbles "Why did you wait until a bloody year to tell me this? You had lots of time to tell me, but no you waited for a whole fucking year." Dan throws his hands up in the air. "Well I wasn't going to tell you at all, but since you confessed your love for me, I might as well confessed my love and death to you, so be happy I even told you." Phil says quietly. They stay there in silence for some moments then Dan walks over to stand in front of the mirror and asks "Why am I the only person who can see you?" He says fixing his fringe and shirt. "Because you killed me." Should I make a part 2?
