⚫Bullied⚫

⚫one⚫

Dan's POV

I kissed him roughly, as he pinned my arms above my head. He made it so there was little to no space between us. He then swipped his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I did not let him in, deciding to tease him. He grabbed my butt forcefully makimg me moan. He then took that chance to explore my mouth with his. He started exploring my mouth every crevese of it. Please never let this stop. He pushed his hardend erection onto me and started grinding roughly. I pulled away for breath, his lips attached on my neck sucking harshly.

"P...Phil?" I said breathlessly. He detached from my neck with a purple bruise, marking me.

"Yes baby?" He replied. Smirking whilst looking in my eyes.

"I....I lov-"

Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes shot open, ending the best dream I have ever had.

Fuck my life.

I hit my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I looked around. Wow, it was all just a dream. I thought to myself.

I stood up and went straight to my closet to find what to wear today. I grabbed my classic black jeans. I looked around and decided on a gray T-shirt, and my black cardigan. I then got my all blacked out high tops. I threw my clothes on my bed and walked into the bathroom that connected to my room. Oh great, I look like shit.

My hair was curly, and I had bags under my eyes. I jumped in the shower and washed myself quickly. I then dried off and went back into my room. Before I did anything I turned on my phone and started playing my music.

I lazily tugged on my clothes and grabbed my phone and backpack, then truged down the stairs. I waltzed into the kitchen.

"Oh hello Dan." My mother stated.

"Hey Mum." I said as I grabbed an apple and jumped on the counter.

My Mum then shot me a death look for sitting on the counter.

"You know we have a table for a reason right Daniel?" She asked clearly annoyed.

"Yes Mother." I jumped off the counter and kissed her cheek, then threw away my apple core.

"I'm off to school." I said.

"Okay, have a good day." Well that was never going to happen. And that is because the "punk of the school" hates my guts. And that "punk" is the one and only, Phil Lester.

I walked out of the door and started my journey to Hell. I put in my headphones, bored of the quiet atmosphere. My chemical romance came on. I silently sang along to The Black Parade.

I saw my shitty school in front of me. Ugh I hate this place. As I got closer to the doors, I saw him. His black hair with hints of blue and green. His beautiful pale skin. He was wearing a ghost shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skiny jeans hugging his legs perfectly.

He turned around as his eyes met mine, I looked down at the floor. I could feel him burning holes into my appearance. I turned my music up louder and glued my eyes to the floor.

I shuffled past his without saying a single word. I walked quickly to my locker when I looked up, my best friend, Chris was standing waiting for me. I smile and took out my headphones and stopped my music.

"Ello' Mate!" He said in his northern accent. To be honest I think Northern accents are so hot.

"Hey Chris." I said blushing for my previous thoughts.

"Oi, who are you thinking about?" That nosy bastard.

"Not you that's for sure." I said laughing.

"Mmmhm, I know you fancy this." He said motioning to his body, as he slapped my butt. I blushed even harder and put my head in my locker.

"Don't fucking touch me." I laughed out emberresed.

"Suuuure mate." He said and fake humped my ass. I grabbed my history book and pushed him away. He just laughed it off and I shut my locker I felt someone staring at me, but I don't dare to turn around.

Me and Chris walked to history joking around. Up until we got yo my class.

"You're welcome for walking you to your class slut." He said slapping my butt again.

"Was that necessary dick sucker?" I asked

"Yes and it will always be, babe." He said and winked. God I loved our friendship. I rolled my eyes and walked into my class.

I sat down and looked up at the teacher as I waited for the bell to ring. I felt the same in uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. I looked over at the doorway to find a stiff looking Phil. I quickly looked down before the bell rang. Everyone shuffled and WS silent for the teacher. Phil sat down by PJ and Marcus.

I didn't dare to look forward knowing he sat behind me. I dozed off as the teacher went on and on. I remembered the dream I had. I smirked at the thought of Phil's lips on mine. His cold piercing on my bare lips. His tatooed arms exploring my body. That sent shivers down my spine at just the meer thought.

The bell rang ending my fantasy. See Chris knew I was gay. He was okay with it which made me happy, but no one e!se knew.

"Oi Hommo Howell." I knew that foul nickname all to well. I just kept walking like it was nothing.

"Hommo Howell!" The voice screamed. Silence fell over the hallway as no one spoke. I walked as fast as I could outside so me and Chris could meet and skip.

I heard someone behind me, then two other sets of feet. Please no. I ran as far away as I could. The footsteps picked up their pace. They were so close behind me. I was running across the American Football field and into the woody area to hide.

I made it into the woods and his behind a big tree.

"Hommo Howell." A voice said. I mad my breathing as quiet as I could.

"Come out come out where ever you are."

I heard crunching leaves getting closer and closer. I stayed as quiet as I could.

"Oi PJ, Marcus go look somewhere else. I'll stay here." There were two okays and the crunching of leaves and they were gone.

"Dan?" I satyed quiet.

"I'm not a twat, I know you're in here somewhere." I heard him get closer and closer until I could hear his breathing.

"Howell, there's no use in staying behind this tree."

I stopped breathing trying to be quiet as possible. I backed up, but the crunching of the leaves was too loud. He came out from the other side of the tree. I stared at him and he stared at me.

I backed up into a tree.

"Whatever you're going to do to me, do it now." I said softly.

"Oi Phil? Ya find Hommo yet?" I flinched and looked down at my "nickname."

"Uh no mate go check inside." He said his thick northern accent showing. I blush thinking about what I said this morning and sit down my back to the tree.

He comes over and sits by me. Uncomfortable and scoot over. He breathes out.

"Kiss me." He says blankly.

My eyes widend but I stayed silent, not moving.

"Please, kiss me Dan." He said addressing me.

Again I didn't do anything. He stood up and I looked up.

"Goddamnit!" He hit the tree making the leaves fall. "Fucking kiss me! I see the way you stare at me! Please. Please I need this" He whiserd at the end.

"Please Dan." He crouched down to me. "Love me."