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Parties aren't my thing

Song: Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez

895 words

Dan's P.O.V

The house was buzzing. And not in a good way. It was the kind of annoying buzzing that doesn't stop and you want it to just fuck off. There were too many people in one room. I've never been good with parties. Or any social situation to be fair. I'm a socially awkward wreck. So at any part, I decide to stand in a corner and observe. So that's what I did. I saw my mum talking to a group of women. She was wringing her hands and bouncing anxiously- a side effect of being sober for over 2 hours. And my dad standing with his arm around her. Like a perfect couple. Like dad wasn't going to wander off and go see that little whore from down the road. My family was so fake and I was the only one who saw it. I wanted someone to know what a mess my life was. But I had no one.

I shuddered at the memory of dad's words earlier:

Daniel Howell I swear to god if you talk to anyone about your mothers problem or blow this business for me then I will beat the fucking shit out of you later.

I had nodded silently as to not upset my dad. I am a no good lifeless piece of shit that doesn't deserve life. And I know that. I have the scars to prove it.

I snap out of it and look around again. Actually happy families enjoying happy lives. I want to cry. I want to run away. I want to die. I deserve to die. Tears started welling up in my eyes so I looked into my soda. I've learnt the hard way that showing how you feel, showing your emotions is bad. Something that should be punished. Something to make my dad beat the fucking shit out of his worthless son. Something to make me run into my room and repress my emotions.

I remember the day that I came out to my mum. She was drunk - not a surprise at all. She simply shrugged and went back to downing a bottle of wine. But dad cared. Oh shit dad cared. And not in a good way. I've tried to forget that day. But it sticks with me. I can't forget what he called me. 'Faggot', 'worthless', 'dead to me' just to name a few. That was the day I decided I wouldn't tell anyone anything. Never show anyone my emotions.

'Hello?'

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a deep husky voice coming from beside me. I spun around to see a tall, black haired boy - about my age - with enchanting sea green eyes. He had the same haircut as me - a fringe - it just fell the other way. He was pretty damn attractive.

'Hi,' I replied, brushing my hair out of my eyes. The boy held out his hand. 'My name's Phil. Phil Lester. I'm sixteen years old.' I shook his hand. 'Wow' I replied, 'formal.' He laughed, poking his tongue between his teeth. He was adorable. 'The name's Dan. Dan Howell. I am also sixteen.'

'Nice to meet you Dan.'

'You too'

'Parties aren't really my thing'

'Neither, want to go upstairs? Not in a weird way. Unless you want it to be,' I flirted, winking ironically. 'Sure,' he laughed, following me up the stairs.

Once we were in my room, we talked. Exchanging a few flirty comments and shoulder rubs, but nothing much. We stayed there for hours. Just sitting on my bed talking. I found out we both like fall out boy and MCR and share a mutual love for anime. I like Phil. Like I like like Phil. And maybe. Just maybe I could have a chance.

Soon enough everyone was leaving and I was going to say goodbye to Phil. he was the last to leave. We exchanged numbers and he walked out of the door. As soon as the door slammed shut, my dad turned on me. 'Where the fuck were you you worthless piece of shit?!' he screamed before beating the fucking shit out of me. After he was done with me I ran. I ran up to my room and opened my closet. I yanked out a backpack and threw in two shirts, two pairs of black skinny jeans and two pairs of underwear. I then grabbed my phone and some headphones on the table and shoved them in there too. I wasn't going to spend another minute in this house.

I was running away. And there was only one person who I knew was going to help me. One friend who I could rely on. One friend that I kind of want to fuck but that's not important. I opened the front door and ran down the street. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I saw his number. I pressed dial. It rang a couple of times before a familiar voice came through the line. 'Hi Dan. How are yo-' I cut him off half way through.

'Phil I need your help, I have to tell you everything.'

Cliffhanger #sorrynotsorry

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