Whoop whoop this was a prompt.

This is a songfic to Burning House, Cam.

(This might be a little hard to understand??)

TW: Death is kind of mentioned but no one actually dies, it's just sad.

I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
I laid beside you and pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke

Phil heard yells. He ran directly towards the source, his heart beating rapidly. There were flames, around him, towering above and threatening to envelope him. He noticed Dan sitting in the corner of the room and suddenly, his fear vanished. Dan was struggling to breathe, it was obvious by the way his chest heaved. Phil sprinted forward and put an arm around him. "Dan, it will be okay!" He whispered but Dan just shook his head. "Come on, we need to leave."

"We can't leave, Phil. We're going to die. All of the exits are blocked." Dan responded, his voice broken. Sure enough, the door (their only hope of escape) was blocked by flames. "Can you hold me? You know.. until we die." Phil nodded and wrapped both of his arms around Dan.

They stayed like that.

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

Phil's eyes burst open and he found that he was alone. And alive. It was just a dream. Him and Dan were okay- they weren't dead. Phil reassessed the whole dream, trying to find a meaning. All it made him do was begin to cry.

He thought he was insane because he wanted to back to the dream.

He was with Dan and he could stay with him until the dream passed. Phil had held him and it was like things had never changed.

I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house

It was recurring dream. Phil had it every night and every night he wished he would never wake up. Sometimes, when his eyes opened to reality, he thought that maybe Dan had never left and never cheated.

But he did.

Phil, every morning, found himself hugging his knees against his chest sobbing.

The dream made his heartbreak even worse.

See you at a party and you look the same
I could take you back but people don't ever change
Wish that we could go back in time
I'd be the one you thought you'd find

Phil was leaning against the wall, a red cup in his hand. People were buzzing all around him, drinking alcohol and dancing crazily. He didn't want to be there but his friend had forced him to go.

His heart twisted in his chest as he noticed a certain brown-haired boy. He was laughing confidently as he danced with another boy. He looked the same. There wasn't even a hint of regret or sadness on his face.

Suddenly, Phil had to leave. He threw his cup down on the closest table and stormed out of the house. He didn't even tell his friend he was going... what was the point anymore?

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

Phil knew he was being ridiculous but he literally sprinted all the way home. He burst into his bedroom and dropped onto the bed, tears immediately filling his eyes. Soon enough, he was sobbing.

He closed his eyes and hoped that he could fall asleep. He wanted the dream to return, he really did. Then he could pretend Dan was with him.

Also.. he discreetly greeted the idea of his death too.

I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house

Phil slipped into sleep after a couple of hours of sobbing to himself.

He found himself back in the dream world and suddenly, he started to cry again.

Dream Dan noticed. He lifted up his head and, although his breathing was heavy, he managed to yell. "Phil, come here!" Phil followed the boy's directions and ended up beside him.

"We're going to die."

"I know but I don't care, as long as I die with you." That made Phil sob harder. Real Dan would just laugh at Phil if he told him about what his dream self had just said.

The flames are getting bigger now
In this burning house
I can hold on to you somehow
In this burning house
Oh, and I don't wanna wake up
In this burning house

"I wish this wasn't a dream." Phil mumbled and Dream Dan wasn't meant to hear it.. but he did.

"Sorry?"

"This is a dream and I know it. I am going to wake up just before we die and I will cry again. Just like every night."

"This may be a dream, but I mean everything I am saying." Dan then vanished.

And Phil's eyes opened again.

He cried. And cried. For what seemed like forever.

Why couldn't real Dan be the same as dream Dan?

Maybe then they would be able to get back together.

But, sadly, real Dan was an idiot.

And I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house

Phil fell asleep. Then he woke up. There was no in between. The dream had gone.

And it had taken the last part of his hope with it.

"Dan.." He muttered to himself, clenching his fists. "I hate you! I hate you, the dream you as well! Why did you both leave? I thought there was hope. Now I don't even have a stupid dream for reassurance."

He looked at himself and realised how pathetic he was acting. He grabbed his phone from where it was charging and sent Dan a text.

I hate you so much but I can't stop loving you.

Phil's breath was heavy the whole ten minutes it took Dan to respond.

You still love me? Oh

Phil angrily typed out a response.

Of course I still love you, you idiot. I have been dreaming about you as well, I dreamt that the whole house was about to go up in flames but I held you. The dream was all I had left but it's gone now. I hate you. So much.

Dan, at the other end of the phone, had his fingers hovered over the send button with the words I'm sorry, I still love you written in the text. He soon shook his head and backspaced it all. There was no point. He made a mistake and he didn't expect Phil to ever take him back.

So he just didn't respond.

Love wasn't what it seemed. It wasn't easy.

Dan laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. He immediately drifted to sleep and, just like every other night, he was greeted by a dream.

"Phil!" He yelled, running into the house which was on the verge of being engulfed in flames. He immediately spotted him, lying on the floor as he coughed. Dan bent down and attempted to lift him up but Phil pushed him away.

"Leave me." Phil mumbled, coughing yet again.

"But-"

"Let me die. Maybe it would be less painful than leaving you."

Dan woke up and found tears welling in his eyes. The dream usually let him save Phil from dying inside the flame-engulfed house. Now it wouldn't let him. He couldn't save Phil anymore.

Brb crying.

ON A HAPPIER NOTE, I POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW STORY FLOWER CROWNS AND STARS TODAY!!

Will you read it?