paradise//phan au

12

Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain
Of yesterday

♥~~

(Dan's Pov)

I hadn't seen Phil for a while, now. My parents were away, god knows where, and my bruises were finally fading. Louise had been kind enough to stitch up the gash in my head, for I was not going to the hospital again. When I was younger, say 7 or 8, I'd been admitted into hospital more times that should be legal. Mainly it was because of my never ending sadness, but the bullying also started at that age. I couldn't let those doctors that knew me so well know that I'm still in that state.

I was sat at home, in silence, with a half empty bottle next to me. Some odd concoction of alcohol filled the bottle. It wasn't good, but It was alcohol. I didn't normally drink, because of my father, but right now it seemed necessary. I hadn't spoken to any of my friends (were they friends? Louise wasn't really talking to me much after finding a boyfriend and Brandon was busy with work all the time.) I decided to go for a walk, not knowing where to go, but just going somewhere.

Obviously the alcohol mix had an effect on me, because before I knew it I was on a small beach, the ocean waves lapping against my boots. I sighed and sat down, not caring that the water was wetting my brand new pastel blue jeans. I fiddled with the sleeves of my jumper, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes that I had stolen from my mother. Lighting one and sticking it in my mouth, I stared at the waterey paradise in front of me.

Once the pack of cigarettes was empty, I lay on my back, eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

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(Phil's Pov)

My house was a dreary mess, as per usual. Martyn was sprawled on the couch, some random girl taking up his bed. "Morning." I yawned, grabbing a mug for coffee.

He replied with a simple hmmph.
I shrugged, "Want coffee?"

"Nah. We're going to the beach later, wanna come."

"Mmkay."

Martyn wasn't always mean. At home, he was normally one of the kindest people I'd ever met, but when you put him in front of a crowd, then you've got a problem. I yawned and walked to my room with my coffee, strolling past Martyn's room, where the girl was waking up confused and regretful.

Once in my room, I pulled out my phone, the only notifications being from Tumblr.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ time skippy ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

Martyn was waiting by the door when I finally ran down the stairs, my black jeans tight in my legs,making it hard to run.
"Okay, I'm ready."

"Finally," Martyn smirked,"let's go to the beach, brother."

"Yeah Yeah get a move on child." I smiled. We picked up Alfie, Sam and their girlfriends on the way, and when we finally reached the beach, the sun was already setting. The others ran of, running in the water straight away, while I sat and watched from a distance. I'd been zoning out to the sound of the ocean breeze when I heard a girl say, "Hey, is that the Dan kid? He looks dead..."

My head snapped to where she was pointing, and there was indeed a Dan lying in the tide. I stood up and started walking there, but Alfie beat me there.

"Hey he's just sleeping," he smirked, looking at Martyn. My brother nodded.

Alfie put his hand over Dan's mouth and nose, causing Dan to bolt up due to lack of air. Once awake, Dan looked around, realising what was happening. When his eyes met my panicked ones, I saw a flash of fear dart through them, but It was gone in an instant. I looked away while my 'friends' attacked him.

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(Dan's Pov)

They left me in a crumpled, crying heap on the sandy shore. I had watched as Phil turned away while they beat me, stupid girls giggling in the background. He was still here. He was sat metres away, his head in his hands. I coughed, a trickle of blood driving down my bottom lip. The sound obviously alerted Phil as he took his head out of his hands and stumbled to me, tear streaks still fresh on his cheek. I tried my best to shuffle away from him, but the pain that was a result of it was overwhelming.

"G-get away from m-me." I stuttered, unable to move.

"Dan, I-I..." his voice cracked, a sob bursting from his mouth.

"Why the h-hell are you crying?" I half spat, half croaked.

"I'm so so sorry.." he cried.

"Shut up, Phil." I whispered. He did, his sniffs breaking the silence.

"Why didn't you stop t-them?" I sighed.

"I couldn't. " he whispered, wiping his eyes with his jacket. "I hate seeing you so hurt." He whispered

I groaned. " why do you even care, phil?"
He looked at me with those electric eyes, filled with sorrow.

"You don't deserve it." He sighed. I scoffed. I turned slightly, hissing in pain.

"I can't let them do this anymore."

"You said yourself that you can't stop them." I chuckled.

"I know." He whispered and lay down next to me. "Should I take you home."

"No."
He sighed and rested his head on the golden sand. I turned to look at him, really look at him. At the way his hair contrasted with his skin and his eyes perfectly. The way that his fringe fell lazily over his forehead. I was, in fact, so busy admiring the boy next to me, that when he turned to face me, I realised what I'd been doing and turned scarlet. I quickly looked away, but felt his gentle hand facing me back to him. We just stared at each other for what felt like eons, when he started to lean in, my eyes widened.

Our lips connected with sparks . This was nothing like with Brendon. His hand cupped my cheek as our lips tenderly moved against one another's.

It was magical. It was perfect. But it was so, so wrong.

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OooOoOOoOOoooOoOoOo phan kiss............ dayum.

Btw: I feel so bad making Martyn mean, he's such a smol bean but it's for the story so I is sorry Martyn......