One Way || Phan

Part 13.

*Dan's POV*

His lips fitted perfectly on mine like we were two pieces of a puzzle finally falling together. Like our lips were actually made to be together, which is nonsense of course. But it really did feel like that. Like this could only have ended in one way: this way. This kiss, this moment, was, as cliche as it sounds, meant to be.

The kiss was shy, unsure at first, but became more confident and more heated as time passed. My fingers were tangled in Phil's hair, curling his black locks around my fingers. One of Phil's hands cupped my left cheek softly, his other hand placed on my hip.

We ended up lying on the bed, our bodies pushed together. I had never expected Phil to be the dominant one, but here he was, guiding me through everything. Yes, I was nervous. I was sure he was too. But it felt amazing and I knew I wanted this, with him. 

But who had expected Phil would ever kiss me anyway after what happened? Certainly not me. I wasn't complaining, though. It was amazing, our lips moving together in sync. He was so close, I could feel his heart beating in his chest and it was beating fast like mine and it sent shivers down my spine. 

I could barely repress I moan as Phil's hand disappeared under my shirt, exploring my chest. Phil pulled away and smirked briefly - that bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to me - before he pressed his lips onto mine again and we completely disappeared in the moment again.

"PHIL?!"

The harsh, angry voice cut through the air and made the both of us snap back into reality, ending our journey lost in time. We immediately pulled away and I saw a pure look of fear on Phil's face as he looked me in the eyes, confused and disorientated. 

"My dad..." Phil whispered, sitting upright again. He looked terrified, and I realized we were screwed. Fuck, why now?

I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, getting louder with every step Phil's father came closer. I had to get out of here before he saw me. Panicking, I looked around for a way to escape and then realized I could climb through Phil's window like before. I quickly made my way to the window and opened it carefully. Before I could climb through the window, Phil grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw a face full of fear and I felt so, so guilty for leaving him right now. But staying here would only make things more complicated.

The angry man knocked on Phil's door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He swore loudly and it sounded like he was leaning against the door to open it, using all his weight. I was really scared Phil's dad would break through the door and see me and I really wanted to go now, but Phil wasn't letting go of my wrist. 

"Don't tell anyone. Please." Phil begged, in the quietest voice so his father wouldn't hear.

I quickly nodded, ready to go, but Phil still didn't let go of me.

"Promise me, Dan."

Really? Was he really going to make me promise this right now, just when we were about to get caught by Phil's father?

"I promise," I mumbled quickly. "Please let me go now before I cause you any more trouble!"

Then Phil finally let me go and before I knew it I was running away from his house once again.

*Phil's POV*

Whether I opened that door or not, it would both lead to me being hit, so I practically didn't have a choice than just unlocking the door and accepting my fate.

I grabbed the key and was about to unlock the door, but I paused to check if there weren't any traces of another boy that had been in my room left. The bed sheets were a bit messy and the window was open, but that was explainable. Dan himself had already disappeared. I hated that he had left me, but there wasn't another option, really.

I quickly ran my hand through my hair to make it look a bit less messy, took a deep breath and then unlocked the door. I quickly stepped back as my father burst into the room, pure anger on his face and I could tell this wasn't going to end very well for me.

"What the fuck took you so long?" He hissed, which made me shiver in fear and take another step back.

"I-I-I was... listening to music, and... and I didn't hear you..." I stuttered, realizing it was an extremely weak excuse and he was probably not going to buy it.

He started laughing. A mean laugh filled the room. It hurt a lot to hear him laugh like that. Like I was nothing but a bad joke he had just heard. I had no idea what to do, all kinds of emotions and thoughts were running through my mind. Dan, the kiss, but most importantly how I was going to walk out of this. Everything made me feel extremely scared and weak. Why did everything I planned to do go wrong?

"I don't believe you." He said, spitting in my face. Then his rough hands pushed me back against the wall.

Several kicks. Several hits. Several pushes. The taste of iron in my mouth. Ears ringing, heart pounding.

People always think the pain is the worst. But I'm used to the pain by now. The wounds heal, the bruises fade. But the mental pain is so much worse. The scars it leaves won't ever fade, won't ever go away. You'll have to deal with them forever, and I just didn't know if I could handle them for much longer.

By now I was curled up in a ball on the floor of my room I had been kissing a boy in like 15 minutes ago. It seemed surreal. The room was spinning, moving in slow motion. I felt like throwing up.

I knew I was going to pass out.

And I didn't even care. I was okay with resting for a little bit. For not dealing with everything.

Then, it all went black.

[A/N: I enjoyed writing that kiss way too much.]

Edited: 24-2-2018