Monster, How Should I feel? -A Phan Fiction-

A/N So I decided to write a new story. Yay! No idea what's going to happen in it yet, but meh. Hope you like it :3

Okay, so let me set the scene kinda here. Is that the term? Idek, but yiss. So, it's in 2013, but Dan and Phil are in high school. They are both the same age, and they both attend the same high school. Now we've cleared that, enjoy.

One- Phil

"Oi, faggot." I sighed and turned to face Elijah Gorden and Mike Ralphs stalking towards me. Like always, I backed into the wall and waited for my fate. I knew it wouldn't be pretty, it never was, but you got used to it after a while. Well, as used to be bashed up as you could be. 

They approached me, hatred in their eyes. Elijah and Mike were the biggest homophobes in the school, as well as the best soccer players, so I was basically screwed. I was a nobody. I had no muscle on me at all. I was the music freak, you know, the ones who sat on the bleachers during gym and just listened to their iPods? Yeah, I was one of those. 

Mike pushed me up against the wall, dragging his arm up so it was digging into my throat. It hurt like a bitch, but I didn't cry out. I wouldn't give them the joy of seeing me cry out. Mike punched me in the face a few times before dropping me to the floor. I scrambled backwards just enough so Elijah's kick missed my head and got my stomach instead. '

I let out a little gasp as all of the air in my lungs was knocked out of me. Elijah and Mike snickered. By this time, a crowd had been drawn over to us, but no one helped. Some had their phones out, videoing this while others laughed at me getting beaten to death.

They both started to kick me in the stomach and back and I let out a whimper. The bell rang then, making both Mike and Elijah pause. "This isn't over, freak." Elijah hissed, giving me one last kick before turning and strutting away to his first class. Mike did the same, kicking me in the back and then ran to catch up with Elijah.

I laid there for a moment, getting back my breath and getting the courage to move. I'm pretty sure they broke a rib or something. Finally, I took a deep breath and sat up, hissing at the pain. 

I managed to get up and hobble the few metres to the bathroom before pushing the door open and collapsing on the floor. I let out a chocked sob and buried my head in my hands. It was worse today.  Normally they would punch me a few times and maybe even kick me a bit, but this was kicking for 10 minutes straight. 

I used to wall to get up and stand over the sink, letting the blood drip from my nose. I splashed water on my face a few times before turning off the tap and sitting back down onto the floor. No one was in the bathroom, and for that I was grateful. I needed alone time. 

I closed my eyes for a bit, letting my head rest on the tiled walls. I didn't need to go to class, no one would miss me. No one ever did. I didn't have any friends, well apart from the people I sit with at lunch, but I would hardly call them friends more of aquaintences. We didn't talk, we just sat together because if we didn't we would be more freaks than we already are. 

The door of the bathroom creaked open, making my eyes shoot open and made me scramble to hide. What if it's a teacher? Or Elijah and Mike coming for another round? They knew I would hide. 

But instead of a teacher or Elijah and Mike, a tall boy with chocolate brown hair and eyes to match walked in. Daniel Howell. The guy I was crushing on. I hated my life. 

Daniel paused when he noticed me and he frowned, "Are you okay?" He asked me, coming to stand next to me.

I was going to say something witty and sarcastic but instead I just shook my head. Of course the only time Daniel Howell would notice me was when I was battered and bleeding and sitting on the floor of the boys bathroom, crying. Of course. That's my life. 

Daniel came and kneeled in front of me, "Who did this to you?" He asked softly, peering into my face.

"E-Elijah and Mike. I thought you would have known, they are your friends." Maybe it was rude to say that, I don't know, but it was the truth. Daniel was also a 'jock' and hanged out with the people who bashed me up every day. Though I don't think he would do it. 

Daniel's face hardened, "They did this to you?" He demanded. I nodded, kinda scared, and he groaned. Sinking the floor next to me and putting his face in his hands. "Why the fuck would they do this?" 

"Because I'm gay." I whispered. 

Daniel peeked through his fingers at me, "You are?" He seemed... Hopeful? But why? He can't be-No. He wasn't. He couldn't be. He was friends with the two biggest homophobes in the school, for God's sake!

I nodded and tried to stand up, only causing me to let out a small cry of pain and sat back down again. Not doing that anymore. I will just have to sit here all day and night until i die of starvation because I can't even freaking move. 

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked as soon as I let out the small cry.

I shook my head, "No. I think I've broken a rib or something." I muttered. Daniel let out a hiss and I glanced up at him, "Why do you care so much?" I asked curiously.

Daniel blushed slightly and shrugged, "I... Uh, I don't?" It was a lie. A bad one at that. Why was he lying to me?

I shrugged it off. He could tell me if he wanted to. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. Daniel didn't leave and for that I was grateful. I felt... Drawn to him. More drawn than I usually felt. Why was that? 

"Come on." Daniel muttered after a minute, standing up. I glanced up at him, confusion written all over my face. "I'm taking you to my house to get cleaned up then I'm taking you to the hospital."

"You don't have to do that." I said, blushing slightly. "I'm fine."  

Daniel shook his head, " No, you're not. Come on, I'll help you." He bent down and grabbed my waist softly, puling me up. I let out a small cry and he froze. "Sorry." He whispered, before helping me stand up all the way. He kept an arm around my waist as we walked out of the bathroom and out of the school. 

"Thank you." I whispered to him, trying to to let myself let on how much this was hurting.

"No worries, I... Uh, what's your name?" He asked me awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand as we walked towards where I assumed his car was.

"Phil. And you?" I pretended that I didn't know who he was, while in reality it had just hit me that Daniel Howell, the Daniel Howell has a hand wrapped around my waist and we are now going to his house, even if it's just to get me cleaned up and he feels sorry for me. It's still happening!

"Dan." He smiled at me warmly before stopping at a blue car. I don't know much about cars, but I could tell this one was new and it looked really nice. He unlocked it and helped me inside, even putting on my seat belt for me. I smiled at him and he smiled back, showing his cute little dimples. 

Well, this shall be interesting.

So, yeah. I have no idea where this is going, but Dan is going to be... Not human. :D Almost like every other phan I have written, which I kinda weird but meh. 

I hope you liked it. I just needed something new to work on. I mean, it's not like I have 2 other stories that I'm working on or nothing. Nup. :3

OUTRO OF DARKNESS! THEN REDNESS! THEN WHITENESS! LEENA OUT! BOOP! *Brofist* Stay classy Danosaurs and Philions <3 PEACH.

Yes, that is my outro. Get used to it. ;)

More coming soon I hope. :3

Title of this story: Monster- Meg & Dia