Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

twelve

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would you all hate me if i changed my username (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ

also, im sorry this is absolutely terrible but i felt soooo uninspired and idrk why but yeah

also (again) sorry for the slow updates, i went to the tøp concert and so I've been tired and stuff but holy mother of it was so incredible ; worth it

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I take my house key out of my pocket, making sure to keep the boy upright and close to me. I push the key in, turning it and then, subsequently, pushing the door open.

We're met with the inside of my (not so well-kept) house. "It's not much, but it's home." I turn to him, smiling.

He looks... amazed by my, to be honest, pretty shabby house and I can't quite wrap my head around why.

"You live here?" he exclaims, as if I'm inhabited in a castle.

I chuckle, "Uh. Huh. Yeah." I quickly remember the state he's in and scramble to keep him upright. "My mum's out on a business trip for the next few days so don't worry about anyone asking why there's a strange man in the house."

He looks up at me and we stand for around a minute, getting lost in each other's eyes.

I quickly compose myself and cough, brushing myself down. That was awkward.

"So... Do you want to get some rest? We can, uh, talk more in the morning," I stutter, looking down at my feet on the wooden floor.

"Thank you," he says, simply, attempting a smile but obviously failing, due to the state he's still in.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders, helping him up the flight of stairs, to my bedroom, pushing open my door once the climb has finished.

My face goes bright red as I realise I still have my Pokémon sheets on my bed. "I- just, uh, ignore the-the..."

"The sheets?" he asks, a little shy, "I love Pokémon."

I can feel my cheeks heating up and my face beginning to glow, "Really? Awesome!"

He laughs a little, "Yeah, I really like Muse and all the other posters you have around here..." He's clearly still very nervous, but he's definitely becoming more comfortable. He's opening up.

However, the tone is suddenly changed when I ask him, "If you want me to give you some clothes, you can get changed for bed?"

He suddenly retreats and shrinks back into himself covering all the parts of him that he possibly can; almost as if he feels there's something wrong with him.

"Hey, hey." I try to reach out to comfort him but he shrink back even further, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I- are you quite... self-conscious? Because it's fine if you are! Absolutely fine-" he slowly brings up his head to look at me and I can tell by his expression that I had it wrong.

"I'm really sorry, truly. Just- You can sleep in your jeans and shirt, okay? Hey! How about I wear mine too? So you won't feel as out of place, yeah?"

He attempts and fails a smile, yet again, but I understand the appreciation he was trying to convey.

Grabbing the spare mattress, out of my cupboard, I lay it down next to my bed. "You take the bed, and I'll sleep on the mattress," I say, a little excitable.

I look over to him and expect to see him getting comfortable but, instead, I see him standing in the exact place he was previously, having not moved an inch.

After a lot of dispute, he finally agrees to sleep in my bed tonight.

After getting under my duvet, head rested on pillow, I turn my head over at him, to wish him a goodnight. But, instead of seeing the slightly drowsy, comfortable character I was expecting, I was met with his eyes wide open and his entire body trembling.

"You should try and get some sleep, okay?" I whisper, softly, reaching out to put my hand on his shoulder. He quickly flinches away, his eyes, full of fear, darting towards me. Though, he soon realises who I am and calm down a little.

"I-I, um, C-could you possibly... S-sleep in the bed with me? J-just for tonight I-I-"

I kindly interrupt him, smiling calmly, "Of course. Just, calm a little bit. Let your worries go and just sleep... For me?"

"O-okay..." I lift up the covers, trying not to touch the guy, in case he flinched away again and loses trust in me.

I look over at his face. He seems a lot more peaceful and relaxed once he knows he's not alone.

"Goodnight," I whisper.

"Goodnight."