Falling for you (phan)

Chapter one

Dans pov

I walk slowly down stairs into the kitchen thankful that my father isn't home. My mum washing dishes and turns to see me enter the room.

"You're up early, what do you want to eat before you go to school?" I mumble a response as I go to get a box of cereal from the counter. Me and my mum used to be close but she is oblivious at times which bothers me but I just stay in my room most of the time.

My father hasn't been a father figure for me since I came out as bisexual in 10th grade. When I finish my cereal I go back upstairs to take a quick shower. I feel the hot water hit me and start thinking about the dreaded day ahead.

When I get out I dry my brown hair as I wait for my flat iron in to get it to heat up. When I don't straighten my hair it look like hobbit hair which I can't stand do I pull the flat iron through it making sure not to miss any.

I check the time and see I have 15 minutes to walk to school and it's only like 10 minutes away so I run out of the house mumbling a goodbye to my mum. I walk to street and notice the school becoming visible over the hill. I groan as I know what school entails.

I will have to deal with Phil Lester and his group of air head followers who only stay with him because they are to chicken to leave him. I walk on to the school property with five minutes to get to my first class before I get spotted and beaten.

I walk with my head down as fast as I can avoiding the empty parts of the school where they like to stay so they can do whatever they want without getting caught. As I walk down the hall to my class I feel a pair of eyes on me and I look up and see Phil Lester. Great.

"Why are you in such a rush Danny boy? Busy being a little faggot?" I ignore his comment and that angered him so he sticks his foot out to trip me. As I am falling I hit my head against the cold hard metal lockers. I cringe as I feel my head start to pound.

I hear his sick laugh as he grabs the front of my shirt. I flinch as he does and he does a morphed smile as he finds pleasure in my pain. He brings his hand up and connects it to my jaw. Hard. My jaw aches but I try to ignore it knowing its not broken.

He kicks my ribs a few times until his 'friends' come and help him. As they are watching I feel a tear role down my checks at the pain but they find enjoyment out of it.

"Look little fag is crying!" One shouts out.

"Are you crying for your little boyfriend?" Says another. I feel Phil's blows getting weaker showing he is getting bored of the pain he is causing.

"Come on guys I think we taught little Danny boy here enough of a lesson for now." They leave me on the floor wanting to end everything. Wanting to disappear.