Hush《D.H.+P.L.》

Heart to heart, Eyes to eyes

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND IF YOU DON'T CELEBRATE ANYTHING THEN HAPPY SEASON OF GIVING LOV YOU

Phil woke up at around 11am. He never woke up that late because one of two things always happened: 1) his father would yell, hit him, and force him up. If not that, then 2) Phil never was able to sleep this late unless he was sick. Otherwise, he'd wake up from a nightmare or his anxiety would force him to jolt up.

That was sort of what had just happened. He had a nightmare and had woken up, this time, though, he couldn't fall back asleep. He felt tired still from the constant waking up and falling back asleep he'd done ober the course of the night.

Phil rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms high above his head. His sleeves slid down his arm, brushing against the cuts Phil forgot existed. He jumped at that feeling of slight pain and sighed when he realized the source. God, he hated himself so much.

The first thing he remembered was he was meeting Dan soon. Dan, Dan, Dan, on Phil's heart and on his mind. Always that pretty little brunet.

Phil remembered how Mia ahd been around yesterday and the time she and Dan had found him upset in the middle of a little forest. He texted her, laying back on his bed. He didn't want to get up, not just yet.

They made plans to meet up Tuesday, and Phil realized it only took twelve minutes. Ugh. Phil curled under the sheets, and he received a text from Dan.

HiIiIIIi :D

Phil smiled.

Hi!!!!!!!!!! :p

You're still coming over to talk right? Concerned Dan knew something about yesterday, he typed his response quickly.

Why wouldn't I be?

oh i hope i didn't offend you i was just making sure

Oh it's okay! Yes of course I am ;p

See you later then?

Yep

Phil sighed and charged his phone, deciding to shower and get dressed in hopes he'd feel a little less shitty.

It didn't help much, but he didn't care. Phil blow dried his hair and brushed it. Then, he threw on black skinny jeans, a blue shirt, and he put his green jumper on his bed. His eyes drifted to his wrists, though the little cuts weren't inflicted by him, they might as well have been. He felt like it was his fault they were there. He itched at them, pain traveling up his arms.

It was 12:30 now, and Phil watched YouTube. He put in his blue earbuds and watched people talk about their lives with a smile. Phil looked at the notification bar on his phone to check the time and it was- HOLY SHIT IT'S 1:55

Phil jumped off the bed, putting his phone in his pocket, sliding on his hoodie and shoes, grabbing his key, and leaving.

Might be a little late because I just letf

Phil typed the message quickly. He rolled his eyes as Dan made fun of his typo by spamming Phil's phone with 'letf' about fifty times. Phil arrived at Dan's huge house and took in a deep breath as he knocked on the door. The door opened, and Phil was greeted with Dan wearing an adorable gray sweater that was a little too big on him and black jeans. He smiled.