May I Have This Dance?(Phan)

Friday Troubles

A/N: Written by tato :3

Dan's P.O.V. Friday Morning

I got up, earlier than Phil, to go to the bathroom. I peed and checked on my eye. It wasn't completely healed, but it looked better. I sighed, and tried to fix my bedhead, which looks like hobbit hair. No use. I rubbed my eyes, and remembered that it was Friday, which is my day off. Which meant I had to go home. I would probably just lock myself in my room, and play the piano. To practice for the party. I'm going to do songs that I already know really well, just so I don't have to worry as much about screwing up. There was a knock at the door.

Phil's P.O.V.

"Are you in here?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'm done," Dan said as he walked out. I went in. I didn't have to pee, but I flushed, to make it seem like I did. I unwrapped my arm, and saw that it was purple and swollen. I sighed, knowing I would sit around with ice on my arm all day. Oh well. I ran the sink for a while, to seem like I was washing my hands. I walked out. Dan said,

"I'd love to stay, but my mum hasn't seen me in 2 days, so I'd better go."

"Ok. It was nice of you to stay," I said. He grabbed his shoes and coat and skooted out the door.

Dan's P.O.V.

After I'd gotten a cab home, late, because I'd gone out to lunch and dinner. It was about 5:30 when I got home. I sighed, and prepared myself for what was inside of the hardwood door that sat in front of me. I pulled out my house key, and unlocked the door. I quietly turned the knob, and stepped in. My brother was sitting at the kitchen table, pressing an ice pack against his head, grimacing. He looked over at me, and asked,

"Where the hell've you been?"

"I was at my friend's house."

"Why?"

"Well, we were at the studio, and his old, um, date, showed up, and pushed him, s-."

"Fag. Go and see mum in her room. She wants to talk to you," he said as he opened the door of the basement, which reeked of stale booze. He definitely had a hangover. I nervously creeped down the hallway, and knocked on the door.

"Daniel James, please come in, " she said menacingly. She must be really mad, because she never calls me "Daniel," let alone "Daniel James." I walked in, and saw her sitting on her bed.

"Mum, before you yell at me, I told you that I was at my friend's house and I ju-" I couldn't continue, because she slapped me across the face. She didn't hit my eye, but I knew I would have a bruise on my cheek.

"That's not why you're here, stupid! I want to talk to you about this 'friend' Phil," she said.

"What about him?"

"Is he? You know..."

"Yes. What does it matter? He's the same as everyone else on the planet, he's just attracted to different people! What does it matter that he's a little different? I can't stand how homophobic you AND Robert are! You don't need to treat people differently just because people have different love preferences! He's the best friend I've ever had! He is th-" WHAM! She hit me, this time on my back. Her hard hand smacked my spine, and I fell over.

"I don't want you hanging around with that boy. I feel like he's turning you to be THAT WAY. And don't even think about going to this party," she said, her voice cold and disgusted.

"HE IS NO DIFFERENT FROM YOU OR ME! JUST BECAUSE WE HAVE DIFFERENT SEXUAL PREFERENCES DOES NOT MEAN HE'S NOT A PERSON! SO SHUT UP!" I was fuming now, yelling and pointing at her. She slapped my cheek again, and sent me to my room. I ran in, and pulled off my shirt. My back had a big, hand shaped red mark in the center, and my arm was starting to bruise. My cheek was red and covered with red welts. Then, the tears came. They ran over my cheeks like a silent, rushing river. I pulled out my phone, and tapped on Phil. I didn't know what else to do but ring him.

Phil's P.O.V.

It was about 6:30 when my phone rang. The caller I.D. said that it was Dan. I picked up immediately.

"Hey Dan! Is everything alright?"

"No, actually. I feel awful," he said, obviously sobbing.

"What's wrong? Did your mom hit you again?"

"Yeah...how did you know?" he sniffed.

"I just kinda, knew. Do you need me to come over?" I asked. He said yes, and told me his address.

"When you get there, instead of knocking on the door, turn and go to the side of the house. There's a large, circular window. Throw stones at it. I'll throw a rope down," Dan said.

"No problem. I'll be there in a half an hour," I said.

"Thanks, Phil. You're the best."

"Ok, I'm going to get a cab. See you," I said as I hung up. I grabbed my shoes and slipped out the door.