Broken//Phan

Ch. 5

A/N: If going from the last chapter to this one is confusing, it's what happened before he fell asleep again until it says he fell asleep. You might have figured it out but I didn't want to raise any problems or confusion :)

[Dan POV]

I am awoken from another nightmare once again. Tears streaming down my face, I feel someone grab my hand, snapping my head towards them, startled. Phil. I calm down a bit, thankful it's not my father being an asshole once again. 

"Hey, hey," Phil starts in a calm tone. "A-- Stupid question-- Are you alright?"

"Yeah, s-sort of, j-just a nightmare,"

"Oh, sorry," Phil says while climbing onto the bed slightly.

"What for?"

"For... Well, I'm sorry that you had to go through that,"

"Thanks but..." I pause for a bit, Phil waiting for an answer. "I don't need your sympathy," I watch his face drop.

Dan you idiot! He was trying to help you and you just hurt him! You really are a disappointment. Can't even keep a friend for a day. He probably didn't like you anyway!

Without even noticing, I curl up into a ball, cryimg into the blue and green duvet surrounding me. Phil gets onto the bed beside me and tries to calm me down. He draws little circles on my back, which are quite soothing.

When I calm down a bit I sit up straighter and stare at the couch Phil was sleeping on.

"Ph... Phil?"

"Mm?" He hums in response.

"Why are you trying to help me? Like, why make me sleep in your bed when I should be out on the streets?" I hear Phil gasp while he lays back onto the pillow, obviously tired.

"Dan..." he sighs. "No one, no matter who they are whether they are rude little umbrella monkey face quack sacks or not, no one deserves to be out on the streets. Everyone deserves to be happy." I couldn't help but chuckle at Phil's innocence.

"Except for me," I mumble so Phil doesn't hear me. I hesitantly lay back down, not registering where I actually fell asleep.

Phil Lester's chest.

[Phil POV]

"Except for me," The last thing I heard before he lays down and falls asleep

I nearly get lulled to sleep by Dan's even breathing pattern, until it becomes heavy, uneven and frantic.

"P... P... Pj! P-p-please s-s-stop!" He sounds really scared. I snake my arms around him and pull him closer to me than he already was. I turn us both on our sides so it's more comfortable. His breath calms and slows down. (I wrote slowtown at first I need help seriously) Once he is fully back into a calm form, I place a quick kiss on the top of his head and rest my head on his shoulder falling asleep with a thought that wouldn't leave.

You maybe gay as hell, but it doesn't mean he will like you. You barely know him. Don't rush your feelings. He maybe pretty, but don't rush in without getting to know him.

[Dan dream]

I walk around the gloomy forest as it pours down in rain. It was peaceful and made me feel at ease, as ironic aa it sounded, until I feel someone push me into a tree violently. I fall to the ground as soon as I feel the impact from the tree on my back.

"Well well well" I wince at the scarily familiar voice. "If it ain't my buddy Danny? Who am I kidding? Buddy? Not even close. Who would want to be friends with a little weak, patetic fag like yourself?" He darkly laughs saying that. I hear a click. A click of a gun loading. I feel a piece of metal on the top of my head. My breath hitches and I freeze.

"In fact..." He pauses for a short amount of time, but feels like forever, like time slowed down. "Faggots like you shouldn't even be alive," At this point I'm helping the rain flood the forest in fear. "Ha! See you're even pathetic to the point that you're crying over dying! But Daniel... Aren't you suicidal?" These words haunt me.

"P... P... Pj! P-p-please s-s-stop!" I choke out through sobs. He laughs a laugh like a villain in an action movie. As I brace myself, preparing to be shot, it appears that the superhero has arrived. I hope at least.

Not moving my head, I look up. The gloomy atmosphere turned into a happy and bright one. I see a figure emerge, but I can't figure out who it is. The person walks up to Pj and punched him square in the face, knocking him over. They pick up the gun and point it at Pj.

Pj pulls out another gun. Fantastic. I can't bare to watch, so I shut my eyes and blocked my ears, curling up into a ball.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

Silence.

I feel someone touch my shoulder. I snap my head up, scared it was Pj. The figure was in front of me, most of his face a blur due to my tears. There is one recognizable feature.

Blue green and yellow eyes.

"Dan, you're safe now." Phil says. I hug him as tight as I can. "Thank y-you for saving me f-from... From him." I feel him kiss the top of my head. I up at him, confused.

"S-sorry" I place a kiss on his cheek.

"It's fine, don't worry." Before I can rest my head on his shoulder once again, he places a soft and loving kiss. I freeze but soon melt into the kiss. Our lips seem to slot in perfectly together, like the last puzzle piece being placed into the large puzzle that is life. Our lips move in sync until we both pull away. He rests his forehead upon mine, both of hs smiling like idiots.

Only if something so perfect like that could happen.