Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

eleven

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phanart by emkabob
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Yeah ik I made a really bad new cover but just idk it needed to change...

Also, my friend phxnfinity has a new phanfic called 'Film Addicts' and I wrote her new chapter, so go check it out (: (fyi i wrote it because there's a character in the fic who is basically me and i wrote it to get the full experience😂(idk))

IM SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATES ;-; IM TRYING I PROMISE

ALSO THIS IS SHORT AND IM SORRY AGAIN <3

phangirlwhiskers im v sorry for not using your idea

Also, I've just realised, Phil woke up in his own house didn't he? (I've already written this chapter oops) Should I change that so this chapter makes sense, or will that confuse you?? IDK PLEASE TELL ME
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PHIL

"Thank you so much. It means the world to me." I smile.

Evan looks up and smiles back. "No problem. Just, please, if you ever feel the need to get drunk again, call me?"

"Yeah, of course."

I sling my bag over my back, and walk out, into the cold, dark streets of London. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to get home.

I continue to walk down the road, before hearing my phone go off, in my pocket.

I stop in my tracks and slip the phone out from my pocket. It lights up my face, and I move to the side, leaning on the wall of the alleyway next to me.

It's a kik message from a contact I don't recognise...

%$@#!: so you know danny then. better watch out; he's not who he says he is.

'What in the-?' my thought are interrupted by a muffled cry, from the alley beside me.

There's silence, before a few more whimpers can be heard.

I disregard the message for a minute, to investigate the sound. Wandering down the small passageway, I start to see a figure sitting down, back against the cold wall, knees hugged to their chest.

It appears to be a guy; his chocolate-brown fringe covering his face, as he looks downwards.

"H-Hello?" I whisper, trying not to startle him, "Are you okay?"

He brings his eyes up to meet mine and I gasp at the state of him.

His eyes are bloodshot and bruises and cuts are scattered all over him.

"Oh my god..." I say, in bewilderment, "Come on, we need to get you cleaned up." I walk a bit closer to him, reaching my hand out to help him up, but he flinches and tries to get away.

"Hey-Hey. I'm sorry, that was stupid. Look, I promise I'm not going to hurt you," I say, smiling.

His mouth quivers a little, attempting to smile back, but failing.

He starts to get up off of the ground but quickly falls back down, looking glum.

"Come on. You've got to let me help you, please?" I offer a hand, once again, and this time he accepts - after a few mishaps - pulling himself upwards.

I wrap my arm around his trembling body, helping him find his balance. He stumbles a little at first, but once we get moving, he seems okay.

My mind starts to wander, on the walk to my house, 'Who is he? What happened to him? Does he have a place to stay?'

I suddenly realise how much he's really shaking. Woah... He must have gone through some pretty bad stuff. I can only imagine.