Savior (Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Chapter 8- Phil's P.O.V

My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I shot my arms behind my back to hide my cuts from Dan. Did he see them? Of course he did, you idiot! We both stood there in my room, staring each other down, silence lingering through the air.

Dan was stood at my door way, bandages and an ice pack in his hands, staring at me blankly. I was stood by my dresser where I had taken my sweater off, not knowing that Dan would walk in and see my wrists. We stared at each other, neither of us saying a word. What was supposed to be said? I could feel my heart was about to burst out of my chest any moment.

Suddenly, Dan dropped the bandages and ice pack in his hands, hitting the floor beneath our feet. I jumped at the sudden move. That's when he started taking slow steps towards me.

Oh, god, he's going to punch me square in the face, call me names like useless and worthless, just like Dean. I should have seen this coming.

Eventually, Dan came to a stop in front of me, the blank expression remained on his face. I took a few steps back until I hit my dresser, causing it to rock and knock some things down. My chest was rising and falling quickly. I closed my eyes, I grabbed onto the rim of my dresser with both of my hands, and prepared what was to come to me.

"What ever it is you plan on doing to me, just go ahead and do it." I blurted out shakily. But what I thought was going to be a punch to my face, was something different. Instead of feeling Dan's fist come into contact with my face, I felt Dan's hands come into contact with my wrists. He grabbed them and stretched them out in front of me. I winced in pain as the last time I cut was yesterday. I opened an eye to see what he was doing. His next move confused me.

Dan started to trace a finger down my cuts, examining each and every one. I watched as he did so, completely and utterly confused as to why he was doing this. Dan suddenly came to a stop and just stared down at my wrists. I thought he was going to hurt me and call me an "emo fag" or something, but I guess I was wrong. All of a sudden, I felt something wet come into contact with my wrists, causing my to flinch back. I pulled my arms out of Dan's grip and took a step back, staring at Dan. He looked up at me slowly, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes a little red. My eyes widened in shock.

"D-Dan.. what's wrong..?" I stuttered out, confused as to why he was crying. More tears came running down his face.

"Why would you do that?.." He whispered, barley audible for me to hear. I just stared at him blankly. Why does he care? It's not like it affects him in any way or something.

"What's it to you?" I retorted. The tears just continued making their way down.

"It's not okay for someone to do this. It's not okay for anyone to do this. It's not right," He responded, his face stern and voice getting a little stronger towards the end. I flinched back at the sudden change in tone. Seriously, why does it matter so much?

"It's not like it affects you in any way." I mumbled.

"Of course it affects me! People shouldn't be hurting themselves like this. They don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!" He yelled. That triggered something inside of me.

"Of course I deserve it!" I yelled back, stepping closer to him. "I'm just a gay faggot whose parents don't care about and gets jumped everyday after school! And for what? Being gay and just who I am in general! I'm not important to anyone so it doesn't matter if I do this or not!" I shouted back, point at my cuts and scars sprinkled down my wrists.

By the time I was done, I broke down. My knees fell to the floor and I sobbed. It hurt so much just talking about the things that hurt me the most. I lay there, holding myself on the floor as I continued to sob. All of a sudden, I felt a warm pair of arms warp around my body and lift me back up onto my knees. I knew it was Dan, I did, but I didn't care. I just need someone to hold me for once. The squeeze tightened around my arms as he began to caress my them. I clung onto Dan's shirt like my life depended on it.

"It's okay, you're okay," Dan whispered into my hair as he rocked us back and forth soothingly. My breathing slowed down but I continued to cry. Eventually, I calmed down and just sat there as Dan continued to caress me. Just then, it hit me that he was holding me and yanked myself out of his grasp. I quickly stood up and brushed myself off as if nothing had happened. Dan stayed sitting on the floor, staring up at me.

"Um, sorry.. about that.." I mumbled rubbing the back of my neck. I stared at myself in the mirror, not meeting Dan's eyes. I was quite embarrassed. I just met the guy and I've already managed to break down in front of him.

Pathetic, Phil. You're pathetic.

I shook away the thoughts. It's not time for those right now. I turned my head to look at Dan. He smiled up at me sympathetically.

"It's okay, I swear. I'm not going to hurt you or anything." He chuckled as he stood up. He continued to stare at me, but I averted my gaze to my feet.

"Listen, if you ever need anything, I'll be here, okay? I don't want you to keep doing this to yourself," he stepped towards me and took a hold of one of my wrists, turning it over, showing my cuts and scars. I subconsciously yanked my arm away and put it behind my back. Dan sighed.

"Serioulsy, nobody deserves to be hurt. If you ever need help with- what's that douche bag's name? Oh yeah, Dean," I chuckled at his words causing him to smile. "If you ever need help dealing with him, just give me a call. And if you ever need anyone to talk to, anyone, I'm always here, too." He smiled.

"Do you have a phone?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah, sorry." I said. I patted down my jeans in search of my phone, but it wasn't there. I looked over to my bed and saw it laying there. I walked over to it and unlocked it, heading over to my contacts so Dan could put his number in.

"Here you go," I said walking back over to Dan handing him my phone. Dan grabbed my phone then started typing in his number.

"Done," he passed my phone back over to me. I saw that he put his name and his number in. I looked up at him and smiled warmly in which he returned.

"Thank you," I said.

"It's not a problem." He smiled. "And again, if you ever need anything, just call me. I'll be sure to always answer. That, or you could text me. Which ever one you prefer."

"Alright," I thanked him. Dan grabbed his phone out of his pocket. Unlocking it, his eyes widened which caused me to start worrying.

"I've got to go. Thank you for letting me help you out, but I have to go home now." He said, a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Oh, okay. I'll lead you out." I then started making my way out of my room and down stairs, Dan following behind. Once at the door, I opened it for Dan to step out.

"Bye, Phil." He smiled.
"Bye, Dan." I returned. Soon enough, he began making his way out. I watch as he walked down my drive way. Just then, Dan stopped mid-tracks and turned to look at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he smiled warmly, waving and continuing his journey home. I smiled and waved back before closing the door, leaning my head against it and letting out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding in.

Phil, what have you gotten yourself into?

A/N
HI SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE UPDATE I SWEAR ILL TRY TO START UPDATING REGULARLY IF IM NOT TOO LAZY BUT YEAH I HOPED YOU ENJOYED THAT & I WILL BE LOOKING FORWARD TO UPDATING AGAIN MAYBE SOME TIME SOON OKAY FAREWELL FOR NOW

P.S.

Why didn't Ed have a girlfriend?

Sheeran! Haha!

I'm sorry, I'll just.. Go now..