"What the hell are you doing here?" The raven-haired boy asked dan.
"Phil?" He mumbled in confusion.
"Yes it is I. Now, I will repeat, what. Are. You. Doing. Here?" He sternly looked down at dan. Dan quickly scrambled to his feet staring at Phil.
"This tree is where I come when I need space. What are you doing here?" Dan mumbled in response.
"Louise and I come here everyday. The bell went, you should scurry back to your dick friends before they see you with a loser fag like me," dan looked guiltily at Phil before quickly running to class.
Louise and Phil quickly made there way back into school before splitting up and going to different classes.
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Phils POV:
Phil hated that boy. That stupid brown eyed, tall, shy, beautiful, annoying, brown haired boy. Phils face reddened in embarrassment after realising what he just thought. He couldn't like dan? Could he? No, that was impossible. Dans friends bullied him since he could remember. He used to think it was normal, to be bullied everyday. Pushed around, sweared at. Phil thought that was just life. Until he met Louise. Louise explained that being physically and mentally hurt is not a good thing. She taught him how real friends treat each other.
Phil looked around the strangely empty classroom to realise that Chris and his friends weren't there. Phils eyebrows scrunched together in confusion until he heard a faint chant from down the hall.
FIGHT
FIGHT
FIGHT
Were the words he could hear. He looked at Louise, eyes wide to see she was already looking at him the same way. They quickly rushed out of their seats and dashed out of the classroom. The pair ran down the hallway seeing a large group of students and teachers huddled together, eyes wide, watching something. Two heads could be seen bobbing up and down in the middle of the crowd supposedly fighting. Some teachers tried to break them up but it seemed they couldn't. Phil quickly pushed his way through the hot and sweating crowd of pupils to see who the two boys were. Chris and dan.
Phil's eyes teared up as he watched Chris beat dan and dan cower in fear. A single tear ran down phils face, but he didn't notice. Dan and Phil made quick eye contact and dan gave a hurt, sad look before falling to the ground. People groaned as teachers grabbed Chris and ran to dan. Phils eyes were fixed on the tanned boy. His eyes were drained, his body bruised and his lip bloody as he lay on the ground in absolute pain.
Phil quickly ran over to the crying boy and kneeled down by his face. Tears fell from his eyes as he ran his hands over Dans bruises. Dan winced in pain when Phil went over a cut on his eyebrow.
"So is this the fag you've gone gay for?" Phil heard behind him. He turned to see Chris sneering at dan. Phil looked confused at Chris until he realised, this must be what the fight was about. Phil turned back around to see dan slowly nodding his head before falling unconscious.
Phil's tears fell faster as an ambulance took him away. Louise quickly got Phil to his feet and back to class but, Phil wasn't the same since then. In his classes his head was drooped or looking at the clock counting down the minutes till the end of the day. If people asked if he was okay he would just mumble a "mhm" into his arms.
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School finally finished and Phil couldn't wait to get out of this stupid school. He rushed towards the doors pushing people left and right. He slammed the door open and sprinted towards the nearby hospital and ran inside. Out of breath he asked, "dan, dan Howell where is he?" The tall, brunette sadly smiled at me before telling me his room number, 372.
He walked in and...
