"Breathe deep breathe clear, Know that I'm here... know that I'm here... "
Dan's P.O.V
"Let me in Dan... it's Phil...." a hoarse voice yelped from outside our flat door, my head snapping up within the instant. I walked to the door, opening it at the same time saying "You okay?" But as i looked up at Phil, it was obvious that he wasn't okay, not at all. His eyes puffy, he had been crying and had a multitude of swelling bruises- the type you'd get from falling down the stairs.... But with the look he was displaying, it looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Did somebody do this to you?"
"I wish that question was out of place," he hesitated; But then said, "i went to pick somr things up- i decided I'd go get some Starbucks. As i was down in the tube waiting for my train, a guy about our age, mabye a bit older began making fun of me to his mates...." "look at this little fairy, his cutsey little hair and drink.."
"One of the guys said he knew me from YouTube..." "him and his gay little boyfriend, Dan his name??" "Out of fear i got off on the next stop,they followed me off and long story short.... they caught me and now here i am...."
Phil's hands shaking, us sitting on the couch, i just wanted to cuddle him for the next eternity, to erase the damage that had been done.
"Come here..." pulling him close, rocking him gently. We stayed quiet, until Phil began to cry almost silently. "It's going to be okay. Those guys have problems..... but they know nothing about us, where we live. It's okay, just breathe, im here now."
They stayed like that, cuddling and rocking until Phil feel asleep in Dan's arms, Dan following close behind.
