Amnesia [Danisnotonfire x Reader]

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"Come on, come on, come on!" Dan pulls at your arm like a young child.

"Slow down, tiger," You laugh and roll your eyes. You've never seen your boyfriend this excited before.  

"But I really want to go! This is such an important concert!"

"Just let me get my phone," you reply, taking it from the table.

"Okaay! Can we go now? I don't want to be late for this!" Dan whines.

"Is Paramore really THAT important?" You tease.

"YES," He almost shouts. "Sorry, it's just.. You know, Hayley Williams."

"I know, she's perfect."

"Not as perfect as you, love," Dan kisses your cheek, making you blush.

"Okay, okay, let's get going."

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Although the concert is only about one mile away, it takes you and Dan twenty minutes to get halfway there. Your feet are beginning to ache, and you stumble blindly across the street.

"(Y/n)! Stop!" You hear a shout from the sidewalk.

"Whyyyy?" You mumble tiredly, taking a few more steps into the street.

"Stop!" You finally look up, your tired eyes suddenly widening as a bright light flashes your way. You hear screeching tires and feel a pair of hands firmly pushing you out of the way. Then... A thud.

"Dan?" You look at the figure lying in the middle of the road. "Dan!"

You rush over to your boyfriend. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Dan is covered in blood. There's a huge gash on his forehead, and his eyes are slightly rolled back. You quickly dial for an ambulance, then call Phil. Tears roll down your cheeks as you try to form words.

"P-Phil... Help," is all you can say before you burst into tears.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm.. I'm on (Street Name)," you choke. "Hurry. Dan's.. He's hurt."

"Got it. I'm on my way."

You hug Dan's limp form and cry silently. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

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The ambulance arrives about five minutes after you call. "What happened?"

"He was... And I... The car.." You try to explain to the paramedics but fail miserably.

"It must've been a hit and run," one paramedic, a girl with pretty blonde hair, exclaims. "Don't worry, sweetie. He'll be alright."

"T-thank you," you force a tiny smile, although it doesn't seem to convince the girl.

"Come on," she offers you a hand, and you take it. As the girl hauls you into the ambulance, she purses her lips. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," you stutter.

"(Y/n)," the girl nods. "Okay, (y/n). Was this man your brother, father..."

"Boyfriend."

"Ah. I'm really sorry, dear. Oh, and I'm Anna, by the way." The girl gives a you sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, Anna." You half smile in return. "Is he okay...?"

"He's in critical condition at the moment."

"But he'll be okay?" You press, tears blurring your eyes.

"We can only hope so."

--

Shortly after you get into the ambulance, Phil arrives. "(Y/n)!" He hops into the ambulance and embraces you. You cry into his shoulder. "What happened, love?"

"I wasn't paying attention, and I... It was supposed to be me!" You sob.

"What was?"

"I was supposed to get hit by the car!"

"No, no," Phil strokes your hair, and you rub your cheek against the soft fabric of his sweater. "You weren't. Nobody was, alright?"

"I was," you reply weakly.

"(Y/n), you weren't. Trust me."

You don't say anything. Instead, you just bury your face into Phil's sweater. "I hate myself!" You cry.

"Don't cry," Phil's soothing voice calms you down a little. "It'll be okay. Don't cry."

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Dan's POV

"Don't cry," I hear Phil say to (y/n). My heart aches as I look at her tear stained face. I can't stand seeing her upset.

What I can't stand more is that I can't even say anything.

Why did this have to happen? I never planned for (y/n) to walk into the middle of the road. I never planned for myself to push her out of the way and get hit by a car.

But it wasn't even that bad. Yeah, it was painful, but it hurt for just a second, then everything just went kind of numb. But I saved her.

I saved her.

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Reader's POV

You pace outside the emergency room. Finally, a doctor steps out. You immediately approach him with the question, "Is he okay?"

"He's in a coma," the doctor starts. You gasp. It feels like all the wind in your lungs has been knocked out. "What?"

"He most likely will wake. He's a strong man," the doctor continues.

"What do you mean, 'most likely?'"

"When a person is in a coma, there is a chance that the person will never wake," he says. You nod, suddenly finding it really difficult to breathe.

"Can I see him?"

"Go right ahead."

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and step inside.

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Your heart feels like it's breaking as soon as you see him.

Dan lies on a soft bed, an IV attached to his hand. Dark, red fluid (which you assume is blood) runs out of one tube, and another tube transports clear fluids into Dan. You check the heart monitor. His heart is barely beating.

"Dan," you stare at him, your eyes refusing to move. You feel tears starting to burn the corners of your eyes, but blink them away. Your hands find his, and you shakily hold his fingers in your palms. They're still soft and smooth. Just like they were before the accident. You bite your lip and murmur, "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."

You can't take any more of this. You gently let go of his hand and leave the room.

--

It's been two weeks. Every Friday, you and Phil go to visit Dan in the hospital.

You suddenly wake up, feeling the empty space next to you. That's where Dan used to sleep. Who knows if he'll ever be able to wake up, let alone smile at you again. You wipe your dry, crusty eyes and get changed so you and Phil can go see your boyfriend.

When you two get to the hospital, a nurse quickly walks over to you. "Hello, are you (y/n) and Phil Lester?"

"Yes," you and Phil reply in unison.

"You need to come with me right away. It seems that your friend, Dan, has woken up."

"What?" You gasp. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Right this way," she instructs, pointing the the left.

"Oh my god, thank you," you smile gratefully at her and hurry off, Phil trailing behind you.

"(Y/n), slow down! You know I'm not that fast," Phil pants behind you.

"He's awake! He's awake!" You shout with glee.

You find the room number and burst inside. Then you see him.

"Dan!" You throw your arms around him, ignoring the doctors and nurses trying to pull you away.

However, Dan doesn't hug you back. Instead, he pushes you off of him.

He then says something that you never thought he'd say.

"Do I know you?"

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"Yes, you do," you nod frantically, trying to find yourself in his warm brown eyes.

"Who are you, again?"

"Your girlfriend, (y/n)," you choke back tears.

"I... I'm really sorry, I don't remember having a girlfriend."

"What?"

"I do remember having a boyfriend, though," Dan tilts his head. "I think his name is Phil."

Just then, you see Phil step in. Dan struggles to get up. When he does, he walks over and kisses Phil's cheek. "So glad you came to see me, love."

"Wait, what?" Phil gives him a bewildered look.

"We're dating, right?"

The doctors quickly jump in. "Yes, yes. However, meeting time with patients is over. We'll... talk to the two of you outside."

Phil gently grips your shoulders and leads you outside. What's wrong with Dan? Why doesn't he remember you? Why is he in love with Phil?

The doctors shut the door and look at you and Phil. "We're very sorry that we forgot to tell you."

"What? Tell us what?" You ask worriedly.

"Dan has amnesia," a girl with blonde hair says softly. Anna.

"Anna?" You ask, and the girl nods.

"I'm really sorry, (y/n)," Anna says.

"I just.. Don't know what to do," you sigh, and Phil frowns.

"I don't know why Dan would think that we're dating. After all, he knows that I have a girlfriend."

"You do?" You ask.

"Yes, and I believe you've met her," Phil gestures to Anna. Anna smiles shyly.

"You--her--together?" You gape. You never knew that Phil had a girlfriend.

"Basically," Anna smiles, pecking Phil on the cheek.

"Oh," you force a smile. You suddenly feel a tiny pang in your heart. What if Dan was showing his true feelings? Does he not love you?

"I... I have to go," you quickly say and leave the hospital, ignoring the shouts from Anna and Phil.

--

When you get home, you curl up in Dan's blanket and sob. Dan doesn't remember you, nor does he fancy you. And he's awake. And he may stay this way forever.

"What will it be like when he gets home? Will I have to move out?" You ask aloud.

You hear the front door open. "(Y/n)? It's Phil," you hear from the living room.

"Hi, Phil," your dejected tone gives away your emotions. Phil opens the door to Dan's room and sits on his bed, right next to you.

"Hey, are you doing alright?" You know that Phil means well, but you take the question as an offense.

"Yes, thank you. I'm doing great, knowing that my boyfriend woke up and has no idea who I am, let alone loves me. Oh, and he probably will hate me one he finds out that he got hit by a car because of me," you reply sarcastically, then instantly regret it. "I'm sorry, Phil. I don't mean to hurt your feelings. God, what is wrong with me?"

"You're alright, love," Phil wraps his arms around you. "You're under a lot of stress. Just get some rest, okay? We can work this out when you're ready."

"Okay." After a moment of silence, you slip into bed. "Thanks, Phil."

"No need to thank me, love," Phil smiles softly. "Good night, (y/n)."

You manage to reply, "Goodnight," before falling into a restless slumber.

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Dan's POV

I don't know her.

She loves you, a voice tells me.

"But who is she?" I think aloud.

I see her, every night. She's in my dreams.

What happened to me? Why am I even here?

These thoughts make me want to scream.

But I love Phil. I love Phil.

Right?

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Reader's POV

You don't feel like waking up. There's no point. The one person that held your life together just let everything go.

You wipe dry tears from your eyes and head to eat breakfast.

It's just the same routine, you think. All I do is wake up. Eat. Cry. Sleep.

Your life has fallen into a haunting cycle that keeps repeating and never stops.

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Dan's POV

I saw her in my dreams again.

She feels so familiar. I know her.

I don't know her though.

It doesn't make sense.

Why is she always here?

Was this a sign?

Is this a sign?

Did I have a past life? What happened?

Who am I?

All of a sudden, it feels like a switch is being flipped in my brain.

I know her.

She's my girlfriend.

She's (y/n).

And I love her.

I love her.

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Reader's POV

You decide to visit him today. You know it's going to be the same thing: he'll stare at you, kiss Phil, then seem confused for the rest of the time.

Phil seems worried about you now, so you force a smile and say, "Shall we go now?"

"Yeah, of course," he nods. You feel a wave of relief. At least he thinks you're okay.

The drive is the same as it always has been. You get out of the car and slowly make your way to Dan's room.

"Phil, why don't you go first?" You ask, gesturing towards the room.

"Actually, I have to wee," Phil blushes. "I'll be there in a minute. You go first."

"Sure," you shrug, opening the door.

You see Dan looking at you and sit down at the seat where Phil would be.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on top of yours.

"Dan?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

He says nothing. You worriedly check the heart monitor to make sure he's still okay.

When you turn back, he kisses you.

You gasp, surprised. You smile softly into the kiss, enjoying his familiar taste.

"Hey Da--never mind." You hear from the doorway.

"Dan?" You ask again as you pull back.

"I remember," he smiles.

Then, he says the three words you've been waiting to hear:

"I love you."