Phil's POV
Warning(s): Yelling/cursing/hitting
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"Who is-" I start, just before Dan shoves his fist into my gaping mouth.
"Philip Michael Lester I swear on your grave if you don't get out of this house now you will be skinned and used as a rug in my living room," Dan mutters under his breath, giving me a quick peck and shove before quietly inching me towards the door.
"Daniel?"
The slurring utterance from downstairs gets closer, and I finally realize the situation.
His father is down there.
"He's coming up fast Dan, what am I going to do?" I whisper with agitation. I can feel my stomach doing turns and I get heavily dizzy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he curses while rubbing his chin and pacing the hall on tiptoes.
'He's so cute,' I blush.
'Shit no this is a terrible time for that,' I think again, remembering the situation.
That's when his face lit up with an idea. He takes my hand and squeezes it so hard that it turns white.
"I'm sorry I have to do this," he says with a sincere smile before shoving my body into the closet and closing the squeaky hinges.
I bite my lip as I try to find some sort of light source. I grab my phone and use the flashlight, trying to breath slowly and silently. The place was so confined and dank. Claustrophobia started to kick in but I slowly breath in and out. I will be fine.
Now comes the waiting game.
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'I'm fucking screwed oh god I'm screwed please help me oh no I... I'm terribly claustrophobic goddamnit ' I think a minuet later, holding my elbows and curling into my chest.
"Is there something wrong dad?" I can hear Dan ask his drunken father with a nervous stutter.
The slurred phrases are muffled by the door. I can just barley make out his fathers low grunt before hearing a small cry. I spring into action, hesitant to open the closet door.
Dan could be in trouble.
But before I step outside, I hear his father blunder downstairs once again, leaving the living room in an empty silence.
I quickly but silently throw the door agar and see Dan clutching his pale skin. Guilt and pain encompasses me.
I snatch him in an embrace. "Did he hurt you?"
"Just a little smack, nothing I haven't seen before," he winced, laughing it off.
"If he ever touches you like that again..."
"Phil, he's drunk. I promise, I am okay."
I rub my finger in circles down his cheekbones, shoving my face into his warm brown locks.
I wish things were easier.
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Fiksi Penggemar*On a slight hiatus, looking to update asap. If you would like to see my better work I suggest taking a look at my phan one shots. Thanks for being patient with me!* Dan Howell learned early in life to build up walls, like a fortress around the cast...
