You're Special To Me

Phil's POV- 25

I shivered in my hoodie, my hands stuffed into my pockets, as I walked down my road and stood outside my door. My eyes were still red and showed signs of crying, so I couldn't go in yet. Instead, I walked away, back to the park. The bench was empty; I had no idea where Dan had gone. Did I care?

Yes.

I sat down, but it was not on our bench. This one was uncomfortable and a wooden slat was snapped. I sighed and leaned back, staring at the dull grey sky. I felt emotionless, but that was because I didn't know how to think or feel. How does one react to their boyfriend breaking up with them for a reason none of them knows? We had been in love for four years, and every day that had passed I had loved and treasured him and kissed him and held him and spent every day possible I could with him, and now I didn't know what to do with my life.

You're sixteen Phil, you'll get over it.

Will I though?

I bowed my head, feeling the tears run again. My heart ached, a physical pain that stabbed at me until I curled up into a ball and fell alseep.

***

"Phil?" I blinked up at the face staring down at me, blinded by the sudden sunlight and the redness of the sky. "Phil, are you ok?"

"Dan?" I moaned, reaching out to whoever it was. They grabbed my hand and helped me up. As my eyes began to focus, I noticed that it was not Dan but Chris with his messy head of sandy hair and scruffy clothes. "Chris, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here? Why were you asleep?" He pulled out a Lion Bar from his pocket and handed it to me. My stomach growling with hunger, I wolfed it down. "Gosh, how long have you been asleep? Where's Dan? Hasn't he known you have been missing most of the day? We should go an' visit him, eh? I'm sure he will want to see us!" Chris grabbed my wrist, but I pulled away, pursing my lips.

"No, Chris, Dan won't want to see us. I think I should be getting home, and so should you. Goodbye." I jogged away quickly before he could protest, heading towards my small house in the nice area. I let myself in and saw my mum in the kitchen on the phone. She looked nervous.

"It is very late, honey. I should call him- oh, he's here! Phil!" She hung up and wrapped me in a tight hug. "Thank god, where have you been? I told you to be home for tea, and it's gone cold now!" She sighed, giving me her angry glare. "No phone for three days, but I'm glad you're back. Why do you look sick? What happened? Are you upset?"

I bit my lip to repress the tears. I could keep them in if no one noticed, but when someone asked if I was ok I lost it. They spilled down my cheeks once again. "Dan and I had a fight. He says he never wants to see me again." I broke down, curling in on myself. I felt my mum's arms go around me and her soft voice in my ear, but I blocked them out and focused on mending my broken heart. I just needed to cry and get over it. I leaned against the wall on the floor, sobs bursting from my mouth that were loud enough for my brother to hear. Mum sent him back upstairs and helped me into the living room, where I lay on the couch and closed my eyes to focus on steadying my rattling breaths. My whole face was burning and I was sticky and tired and hungry and thirsty and dirty and I hated everything. I couldn't live without Dan. He was the light in my dark; the only person who was capable of making me feel wanted.

"I'll get you some water." My mum rushed out of the room, and came back five seconds later with a glass of water in her hands. I gulped it down, feeling my burning throat loosen, but the hunger gnawing at my stomach still hurt. She passed me some biscuits (mainly Bourbons) and I ate them all, still crying.

"Mum..." I croaked, looking into her anxious eyes. "... I can't live without him. Please."

"Do you want me to phone his mum?" She asked, stroking my head.

"I don't know. I just want him back." I sobbed, nibbling on the last biscuit. It crumbled in my hands and scattered all over the carpet. My mum didn't even look at it.

"Phil, there's something more going on with you and Dan, isn't there? You're more than best friends." She smiled as I stared at her, fearing that she would hate me. "There's nothing wrong with that. If you love him and he loves you then I'm happy for you both. But it seems he has broken your heart."

"He said he didn't want to do it, and that he still loved me... what does that mean?" I slowly put the pieces together as my mum regarded me with sad eyes. "He's being forced to break up with me. But by who?"

"His family is religious, Philly. They would not approve of your relationship." She sighed. "Either he told them, or they found out."

I shook my head. "He would never tell them, and how could they have found out. I hadn't talked to him much that day. I remember his brother Adrian was giving him a hard time." I put more pieces together. "Adrian knew about us, and threatened Dan. His brother told on us. Dan was forced to break up with me."

"What could possibly be worse than breaking up with you? He could have just faked it."

"I don't know... Mum I want him back, more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. I love him too much to let him go." I buried my face into her shoulder. "How do I get him back?"

My mum gently pulled away and gave me the saddest, most distraught look I had ever seen, and shook her head. "If he is being forced to by his parents, then..."

"What?" I urged.

"You can't."