Saviour

Chapter 3: Help

A/N Oh. My. Fucking. God!! Yep that is what it looks like! I got to go to TATINOF Perth, their first show in Australia, and meet them!! It was amazing and they were so nice! One girl fell over during the meet and greet and Dan helped her up and just they're so nice. Okay, I'm done. The show was amazing as well (No spoilers) but it was super sweet! (Is it creepy that I thought they smelled nice? I'm not weird I promise, I was just chest height when I hugged them)

Sorry about bailing last weekend as well guys, I totally forgot that I was going out of town. Also, I'm hoping that this chapter is okay, I'm pretty sick atm and kinda loopy.

"Can you hear me?" That was Troye, crouched to my left with a hand on my back to steady me. I nodded, trying not to stare at the black haired god in front of me. A frown which definitely didn't belong was etched into his face. I was thankfully offered a distraction by Alfie walking around into my field of view.

"Let's take him to my house," Joe said suddenly, panic apparently gone now that he had an idea. "Zoe is there." he offered by way of explanation. Phil nodded before turning to me.

"Can you stand?" he asked gently. I nodded determinedly, refusing to be a burden, before climbing to my feet. However, I couldn't take a step before my right leg- which had been kicked out from underneath me- gave out and I found myself falling forward. I was abruptly stopped by something warm and soft. My face flamed as I realised that it was Phil's chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked, setting me back on my feet. I nodded again, however, he didn't release me. Instead, he took my arm and slung it over his shoulder, whilst supporting me around the waist.

"I'm fine," I whispered hoarsely, trying and failing to again put weight on my right leg, falling into Phil's side once again.

"Nope," he replied with a smile. "Not letting go." Troye then moved to my left, wrapping his arm around my waist and helping to support me.

We probably looked pretty strange walking down the footpath like that. Joe was in front leading the way. Alfie was originally at the back but circled up to the front with Joe, apparently satisfied that the bullies were long gone. And then me supported by Troye and Phil in the middle.

I kept my head down, my head swimming with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. I still didn't understand why they'd helped me.

Did they not know the hierarchy? 

That I was the lowest of the low and therefore the school punching bag?

They must, though, it's universal among teenagers.

So why were they helping me? They were popular. If they weren't taking part in hurting me they were supposed to ignore me.

I was pulled from my thoughts by Phil's quiet voice. 

"Zoe is Joe sister. She's older by one year but two grades, make sense?" I nodded. "She's wanted to be a nurse for as long as anyone can remember and she's done a tonne of first aid stuff so she'll be able to help," he explained reassuringly. I nodded slowly, becoming distracted by the way the light looked on his hair.

Goddammit Dan! Get it together!

I had no idea what was wrong with me, I was never like this. I decided to put my weird behaviour down to a probable concussion and focused on the ground beneath my feet.

I looked up as we stopped abruptly and realised that we were at someone's front door. Opening it, Joe rushed upstairs whilst Troye and Phil sat me down on a couch. Moments later a girl I presumed was Zoe came racing downstairs, closely followed by someone I realised was Tyler, Troye's 22-year-old boyfriend. Alfie filled her in on what had happened whilst she examined the large gash on my head. I shifted uncomfortably at her close proximity and breathed a silent sigh of relief when Joe came down carrying a large first aid kit and she got up to get it. 

I immediately regretted it though as she applied some sort of antiseptic and I let out a small yelp at the sudden stinging. 

"Sorry," she said, concern on her face. I felt a presence on my other side and was surprised to find Phil sitting there, a small smile on his face as he gently took my hand. 

"Try not to think about it," he said softly. "I haven't gotten much chance to talk to you before, Dan. Can we get to know each other?" I nodded, sending an uncomfortable glance towards the room full of people. I think they got the hint as Troye, Tyler and Joe went into the kitchen to get some food, whilst Alfie stayed to help Zoe. 

"Okay," I replied. I was anxious because, in case you haven't noticed by now, I don't talk much. I'd learned long ago that talking only made things worse, people would usually take what I said and use it to hurt me, so I stopped. I wasn't mute or anything, I still talked when I needed to, just not much else.

"What do you like to do?" he asked.

"Um. I like video games," I offered. "And reading." 

"Cool, I love video games," Phil stated with a smile. Our conversation continued along similar lines and I swear this boy's permanent expression was a smile. 

It was cute. 

Goddamit.