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Title: Curse
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Genre: Kind of sad?
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words?
Disclaimer: One does not own Dan (DanIsNotOnFire) or Phil (AmazingPhil) None of this is real, just something I made up with my simple and bored brain. Do you see what boredom does to some people?
Author's Note: Enjoy!
Eleven months and thirteen days earlier

Dan’s PoV

I was woken from a slumber I hadn’t realized I had fallen into by a light knocking on my bedroom door. I opened my eyes slightly and lifted my head to peer over the pillow I was hugging. My digital clock told me it was eight o’clock in the evening. That means I have been asleep for about...five hours? I groaned and slowly got up from my head and walked over to the door. I opened it to find Phil standing there. From the look on his Phil, I take it that I look like shit.

“Are you OK Dan?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah I’m fine, just tired.”

“Never in my life did I think that I would ever see Daniel Howell asleep before four in the morning.” Phil laughed, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. Damn, that made him look adorable...No Dan, this is just starting to send you back to your earlier problem.

“Are you just going to stand there and mock my sleeping schedule or did you actually want something?” I asked, sounding harsher than intended.

“Oh...I just wanted to see if you wanted a cup of tea or something...” Phil answered quietly, sounding quite hurt. Word are powerful.

“Yes please, if you don’t mind. Sorry I snapped at you, I’m just...tired that’s all.” I said, lying straight to his face.

“OK then.” He smiled; it seemed he didn’t realize I was lying. He turned and walked down the hallway, disappearing as he went into the kitchen.

I sighed and stretched my arms above my head. Then I walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and walking in, closing it behind me. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection; damn I really do look like shit. I had fallen asleep in my clothes so my shirt was ridiculously wrinkled. My hair was messy and sticking up at different angles, I had bags under my eyes which were red and bloodshot. I turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on my face. It woke me up slightly, but did nothing to help my appearance. I turned off the tap, dried my face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen. I sat on a stool at the island and put my head in one of my hands. Phil passed me a cup of tea and took a seat opposite me. I smiled my thanks. There was a short silence as Phil sipped his tea.

“So, how was your date?” I asked, staring down into my mug of tea.

“It went really well actually! Her name’s Hayley and...” I kind of zoned out a bit as Phil told me about what he did when he met up with this girl Hayley. I snapped back to reality when Phil was just about to finish telling me about his date. “...and we’re going to meet up again tomorrow!”

My heart sank at this. He was going to meet Hayley again? Don’t get me wrong, I bet she’s a lovely person, but I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. My heart feels like it is being shattered all over again.

“Oh...yeah, that’s...that’s great.” I said, taking a sip of my tea and then staring into the mug, as if the answer to all my problems lay within it.

“Is there something the matter? You seem a bit...upset about something.” Phil asked, sounding truly concerned.

“I’m fine...” I replied.

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry. Really, I’m fine.” I gave him a smile, but it wasn’t authentic.

“Whatever you say then. Do you want to play a game of Sonic or something?”

“I think I’ll just go to bed.” I replied, I couldn’t stay in the same room as Phil for much longer. My heart can’t take anymore beatings. I went to get up and leave, but Phil put a hand on my arm which made me instantly freeze.

“Dan, if there is anything wrong, you know you can tell me, right?” Phil said, looking straight into my eyes. Those sparkling blue eyes that I seemed to just get lost in.

“Um...y-yeah I know. Everything’s...fine. Just tired...that’s all.” I mumbled. Then I pulled my arm away and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I suddenly stopped, if the door slammed Phil would suspect that something is actually wrong. Going all matrix, I ran to the door and caught it before it slammed, gently closing it. Then I leaped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. Maybe tomorrow everything will be OK again. Then I fell asleep.

Present

Looking back at it now, nothing was ever OK again. Sleeping never solved anything, what I did after kind of helped, but it was never permanent relief. It never solved my problems, it never got rid of this curse.

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Title: Curse
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Genre: Kind of sad?
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words?
Disclaimer: One does not own Dan (DanIsNotOnFire) or Phil (AmazingPhil) None of this is real, just something I made up with my simple and bored brain. Do you see what boredom does to some people?
Author's Note: Enjoy!
Eleven months and thirteen days earlier

Dan’s PoV

I was woken from a slumber I hadn’t realized I had fallen into by a light knocking on my bedroom door. I opened my eyes slightly and lifted my head to peer over the pillow I was hugging. My digital clock told me it was eight o’clock in the evening. That means I have been asleep for about...five hours? I groaned and slowly got up from my head and walked over to the door. I opened it to find Phil standing there. From the look on his Phil, I take it that I look like shit.

“Are you OK Dan?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah I’m fine, just tired.”

“Never in my life did I think that I would ever see Daniel Howell asleep before four in the morning.” Phil laughed, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. Damn, that made him look adorable...No Dan, this is just starting to send you back to your earlier problem.

“Are you just going to stand there and mock my sleeping schedule or did you actually want something?” I asked, sounding harsher than intended.

“Oh...I just wanted to see if you wanted a cup of tea or something...” Phil answered quietly, sounding quite hurt. Word are powerful.

“Yes please, if you don’t mind. Sorry I snapped at you, I’m just...tired that’s all.” I said, lying straight to his face.

“OK then.” He smiled; it seemed he didn’t realize I was lying. He turned and walked down the hallway, disappearing as he went into the kitchen.

I sighed and stretched my arms above my head. Then I walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and walking in, closing it behind me. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection; damn I really do look like shit. I had fallen asleep in my clothes so my shirt was ridiculously wrinkled. My hair was messy and sticking up at different angles, I had bags under my eyes which were red and bloodshot. I turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on my face. It woke me up slightly, but did nothing to help my appearance. I turned off the tap, dried my face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen. I sat on a stool at the island and put my head in one of my hands. Phil passed me a cup of tea and took a seat opposite me. I smiled my thanks. There was a short silence as Phil sipped his tea.

“So, how was your date?” I asked, staring down into my mug of tea.

“It went really well actually! Her name’s Hayley and...” I kind of zoned out a bit as Phil told me about what he did when he met up with this girl Hayley. I snapped back to reality when Phil was just about to finish telling me about his date. “...and we’re going to meet up again tomorrow!”

My heart sank at this. He was going to meet Hayley again? Don’t get me wrong, I bet she’s a lovely person, but I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. My heart feels like it is being shattered all over again.

“Oh...yeah, that’s...that’s great.” I said, taking a sip of my tea and then staring into the mug, as if the answer to all my problems lay within it.

“Is there something the matter? You seem a bit...upset about something.” Phil asked, sounding truly concerned.

“I’m fine...” I replied.

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry. Really, I’m fine.” I gave him a smile, but it wasn’t authentic.

“Whatever you say then. Do you want to play a game of Sonic or something?”

“I think I’ll just go to bed.” I replied, I couldn’t stay in the same room as Phil for much longer. My heart can’t take anymore beatings. I went to get up and leave, but Phil put a hand on my arm which made me instantly freeze.

“Dan, if there is anything wrong, you know you can tell me, right?” Phil said, looking straight into my eyes. Those sparkling blue eyes that I seemed to just get lost in.

“Um...y-yeah I know. Everything’s...fine. Just tired...that’s all.” I mumbled. Then I pulled my arm away and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I suddenly stopped, if the door slammed Phil would suspect that something is actually wrong. Going all matrix, I ran to the door and caught it before it slammed, gently closing it. Then I leaped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. Maybe tomorrow everything will be OK again. Then I fell asleep.

Present

Looking back at it now, nothing was ever OK again. Sleeping never solved anything, what I did after kind of helped, but it was never permanent relief. It never solved my problems, it never got rid of this curse.