Phantasies

Love Bites

*Dan's POV*

Phil tried to lift me up but he couldn't find a place where it wouldn't hurt me. Eventually I got up. Phil tried to convince me to go home but I didn't want me mom to see bruised up so I stayed at Phil's.

Phil helped me clean all my cuts and get all the glass and rocks out of my skin. He found tons of bandages from when he was in first aid training. Carefully he wrapped it around my bare body being careful not to wrap it too tight. He caressed one of my brusies...

"Whoever did this to you... I swear I will kill them"

"Phil...no"

"Dan I have no idea why someone would do this to someone so sweet and caring."

Phil looked at me with the same look as the first time I saw him. He got closer and closer until I could feel his breath on my neck. Our noses touched and my lips collided with his. God this is why i am in love with this guy. And by the way he's kissing me I'm sure the feeling is mutual. He hasn't ever takin me farther then just a steamy makeout session, or an accidentally shower groap. I haven't ever been sure  that  I wanted to. But now I did. I ripped off his shirt and he did the same to me. Even though it hurt when he touched my skin I wanted more. He took of my borrowed sweat pants so I was left in just my underwear. It was really funny trying to get off his skinny jeans. Which left me giggling. But I was snapped back into reality when he pressed his lips against my stomach, lower and lower.

The next morning I was covered in love bites and the other scratches and bruises from last night. Phil's arms were around me and we were butt naked in his silky sheets grasping each other like we were hanging off a cliff. When I looked at the clock it was 6:30 a.m.

I got up and went into his bathroom to straighten my hair and cover up some of my injuries. I dug through his closet to find some new clothes. I ended up wearing a adorable jumper and purple skinny jeans. Just what I needed to look more like a fag. I slipped out of his flat without him waking up. Knowing I had extra time I stopped by my house to talk to my mum. School was surprisingly good but mostly because I was somewhere else all day. Some sort of dream land where my thoughts dissapeared seamlessly.

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