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Phan 10 Dan’s pov “I’m just nipping home to get some more clothes,” I say pulling on my new leather jacket. “Ok could you grab some of the baby things please?” He called to me as I left the room. I hadn't left the hospital for two days, so when I stepped into the daylight, it hurt my eyes somewhat. I walked the short distance to our house, listening to my iPod; although I didn't really pay attention to what was playing…fall out boy I think. It was a bright day despite the bitter cold. My hands began to get numb with the chill of the air. Pushing my hand deeper into my pockets, I sped up, to a near j

Chapter 9: This was meant to be a one-shot but it kinda spiralled into a long series.  The end of this story may come soon but I don’t know yet. Either way I shall be writing a sequel to this. Enjoy my lovely’s xx Phil’s pov: I was so scared to see her. What did she look like? Was really she ok? Would she always be ok? This was all my fault. All my fault.  My heart beat quickened in panic as we neared Danielle’s incubator. I closed my eyes tight; I didn’t want to look yet.  “Phil…look” Dan murmured obviously seeing that I had shut my eyes.  “Look Phil “he encouraged gently.  He rub

Dan never really left his bedroom. Usually I would get small second long glimpses of him scuttling to the fridge or the bathroom. He always looked fatigued and he could barely walk.  I never really took any notice either. He was a personal kind of guy; I never really wanted to invade on his space more than I did. We never really talked about what happened to Phil and Chris that awful winter when the roads became iced and car crashes were imminent.  All I can say is that Phil and Chris were unlucky. When me and Dan had heard of the news we couldn’t think, we were not ourselves any more, especially Dan.  After a while I noticed Dan had no

Phils POV I felt his weight slip. My grip around him tightened. I felt him struggle. I didn’t want to let go. Tears were streaming perfectly down from his eyes as well as mine. He glanced up at me, pleading for me to let go. I just shook my head. “No” “Ple…” He took a sharp intake of breath “…ase” He kicked a few times as well as digging his nails into my arm for me to let go of his skinny frame. When an episode of sadness hits due to his bipolar it hits like a hurricane. Sometimes I can’t do anything but hide sharp objects to help these episodes. “Dan, you are okay, you are