Savior (Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Chapter 7- Dan's P.O.V

All I wanted to do was to help him out as I wasn't there to help all the other times he was left like this. I watched Phil limp his way back home, his book bag lazily hanging off of one shoulder.

Why didn't he want me to help him? What had I done wrong? All these questions swam through my head as I continued to watch him struggle.

He has gotten pretty far already, so I might as well just make my way back home. I should stop trying so hard to become his friend. It seems as if he doesn't want or have any friends. Could he be shutting people out purposely..?

Just as I turned on my heal to head home, I heard a loud thud come from behind me followed by a loud groan. I turned back around to see what had happened. Phil was laid out on the pavement again, clutching at his shin. I gasped and ran over to him. I scooped him up from behind under his arms.

"Hey!" He yelled. He turned his head back and shot me a dirty look. "I sa-"

"I heard what you said," I interrupted. "and I don't care. No matter how much you protest, I'm not leaving you here. I'm not just going to leave you to struggle getting home with a badly I assume bruised shin."

"I don't care, get off of me!" He began to thrash under my touch.

"No," I simply responded. I then started to lift him up to his feet.

"Let me go!" He yelled, still thrashing underneath me. I lost grip of him but caught him before he hit the ground again.

"No." I said a little more sternly. He gave one final thrash, but I still hadn't let go. That was when he gave up. His arms hung over on top of mine, legs stretched out in front of him.

He let out a huff and said, "Fine. Help me up then." I then started to lift him up properly. Once he was balanced on his good leg, I put one of his arms around my shoulders. He used his other one to grab his stuff off of the pavement once again. I held onto his wrist and wrapped one of my arms around his waist for extra support.

"Okay," I began. "now where is your house?"

"Over that way." He grumbled. He nodded up his head in the direction in front of us.

"Alright, let's go." I began to lead the way in the direction of his house, Phil slightly limping at my side. A word wasn't said until I asked which way we turned- left or right.

"Left." He responded. We then turned a corner into a street filled with nice little house- a subdivision. They weren't big, fancy homes, but rather modern. We continued to slowly walk on the pavement, passing a lamp post every now and then.

Towards the end of the street, Phil stopped mid-tracks and spoke up. "Here." He said.

"Huh?" I gave him a look of confusion.

"This is it. This is my house." I turned my head to the left to see what he was on about, then I processed what had been said.

We stood in front of what looked like a two floored house. It was just like the rest- not big or fancy, but rather modern. The house was a tinted shade of white with a garage, steps leading up a porch with a swing and a bench, a nice little garden lining up against the porch, and a white wooden door. It was one of those family friendly homes.

"Are you going to help me to my front door or what?" Phil said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." I apologized. I began walking up his driveway then into a little path that lead to the front door and porch. We had a little trouble with the stairs, but we managed to make it up to the front door. Phil then let go of me and hopped over to the door, grabbing onto the handle for support. It took me by surprise at first as I was confused as to what he was doing.