Broken//Phan

Ch. 10

Blue eyes, beating hearts

Buying hamsters from shopping carts

Nothing but space to fill

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And My Happy Little Phil

Take Dan away

[Phil POV]

I feel bad for pushing Dan away, but I don't want help. I deserve the pain anyway.

Caspar brought me out the back of the school just to beat me up and ran off. I was left out there, curled up in a ball, crying in fear and pain. Pathetic, I know.

As I run away, I hear a threatening voice talk to Dan.

"How've you been, my little fag?" I turn around to see Pj with a smirk on his face behind Dan. Dan has become paler than me, standing there wide eyed. I decide to walk back over to him.

"Hey, you shouldn't label someone just because of their sexuality. Especially when you're not straight yourself." I refer back to when Dan had a go at Caspar. Dan looked up at me, fear written all over his face.

"Excuse me, Lester?" Anger spreads across Pj's face.

"I've seen the way you look at Chris. You shouldn't be making fun of him because he's gay when you are yourself. You just have to accept it." Chris walks over before he can reply. I pick up Dan bridal style to get us the hell out of there.

I take him back to the coffee shop, the one we went to this morning. By the time we get there, he is still really scared. Now the shop is more packed as it is later in the day. I take him to the booth in the back corner.

I sit right next to him and hold his hand while rubbing his back. He slowly leans on my shoulder.

After about half an hour colour flushes back into face and he finds the courage to speak. 

"Ph-Phil? Are you okay?" His voice is croaky and groggy, as if he had been sleeping. It could just be from him being scared or having a dry throat or something.

"M-me? You shouldn't be worrying about me! You've been scarily pale and unresponsive for over half an hour!"

"We've only been here like five minutes, and we didn't spend too long at the school either?"

"No, it took about fifteen minutes to walk here and we've been sitting here for half an hour. Are you okay?" I say, extremely worried for this boy whom I barely even know, yet I feel like I have known him for years. He is also such a pretty boy, and I have seen many attractive males before. There is just something about him that makes him stand out from the rest. He has beautiful chocolate eyes filled with fear and soft dark chestnut hair. The tiny sad face that is created on his face with his dimple when he cracks that perfect smile.

"I-Uh... Yeah I'm fine." He looks up at me, his eyes widening as he does so.

"You sure?"

"Y-you're face!" He swiftly sits up and slicks my hair back to look at my face. My blood runs cold.

"D-Dan n-no I'm f-fine.'

"No, Philip. No you're not. We're going home to get you cleaned up!"

"Dan-"

"Ah! No! No protest!" He stares me dead in he eye.

"Ugh fine," I get up, allowing him to get up too. He laces his fingers with mine as we walk out.

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"Hey, Dan, isn't this my house?"

"No, this is my hou- Oh shit, that one there is yours... But this one is mine."

"So does that mean we're neighbours?"

"Hmm I wonder?" I chuckle at his sarcasm. Rather than walking through the front door, he walks to a ladder leading up to a window. (I was listening to Stressed Out and "Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the ladder" line played as I wrote that I'm dying) 

"I use this instead of confronting my Dad. We don't... Have the best relationship..." 

"Okay, I understand." I've heard how speaks of him.

"Pft. Friend. Ha! He doesn't have any. He's too much of a failure for one of them!" 

"Only if you actually did..." I hear him mumble as he lets go of my hand to start climbing. I soon follow after.

He makes me sit down on his bed which has a black, white and grey duvet. He fishes out a large green box which has "FIRST AID" written on the front. As Dan sits next to me, he gets a wet tissue to wipe off dry blood, which runs all the way down my neck. During school I managed to cover it up with my hoodie and fringe.

"Where else, Phil?"

"Stop worrying about me, I can take care of myself."

"But Philly," Dan pulls me into a hug as he drags out the 'y'. "I want to help you!" He sounds kind of childish, which saying that it is cute is an understatement. Dan begin rubbing my back and I wince as he runs his hand over a bruise. 

"AHA! See, it wasn't just your face and neck." He lets go of me and grabs my shoulders which makes me wince more, as he grabs many more bruises. "Shit sorry," He quickly 

[Dan POV]

"Take off your jumper and shirt."

"Excuse me?"

"Not in a weird way, just to get you cleaned up,"

"Oh.. Uh..." He seems to be very hesitant. I climb onto his lap awkwardly.

"C'mon Philly! Please? You're beautiful and you've already helped me, so can I please return the favour?" I put my arms around his neck, blood rushing to my cheeks when I realise what I said. 

"A... Alright," I let go of him as he hesitantly takes off his hoodie. I can already see bruises scattered down his arms. I slap my hand over my mouth as he takes off his shirt. He truly was beautiful, but at the moment, less so than what he could be. I don't believe this is his fault. Why would someone do that to a person like Phil? I get up to grab more tissues.

I begin cleaning his back first. He winces as I do so. There are many bruises on the boy's back, and something that looks like a large slice down his back. It looks pretty deep as well. I immediately grab the antiseptic and start getting him ready to apply it to his back.

"This might sting a bit. Grab my hand, you can squeeze it if you need to." I lace my fingers with his, and begin applying it. Phil winces and holds my hand tightly.

"Sh sh Philly, We're nearly done..." I reassure him. When I am done, I go back and sit on his lap once again.

"Lets get the rest of you cleaned up, hey?"

--

"Phil, who the fuck did this to you?" I ask angrily, wrapping my arms around his neck again.

"No one you would know."

"Philly, I still want to know!"

"Uh... Well-"

"DANIEL JAMES FAGGOT HOWELL!! YOU BETTER BE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD RIGHT NOW!!!"

"Phil!" I whisper yell. "Leave! Get out of here! Before he sees you!"

"He'll beat both of our asses, which I can deal with the pain," I get off his lap.

"But I don't want you to get hurt any further."

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Shitty ending, I know.

I watched a few music videos today and I don't know what to think about them.

One being Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

The other being Heavydirtysoul.

Also I feel like this is going to fast... What do you guys think?