Anonymous || Phan

4. Feelings?

//TRIGGER WARNING!// SELF HARM MENTION//

*Disclaimer*

I changed Harry into Alfie! Im so sorry I just want there to be real people that they know in this, I didnt think about it before. This is the last change, I promise!!

Dans POV

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It was the morning now, and surprise surprise! The same old thing, yet again. But I had a feeling that something was gonna be different today; First Phil found my tumblr, now this mystery person texted me!?! It was really strange. This was probably the most eventful thing that's happened to me in years, which is a pretty sad thought because of the fact that its not even that interesting.

As I made my way to school, proudly wearing my FOB (Fall out boy) T-shirt, and strangely enough, I had a the feeling of warmth in the bottom of my heart. I finally felt loved by someone, I finally felt like I had a friend to lend me a hand and a shoulder to cry on.

As I walk silently towards the school with my black earphones plugged into my ears, blasting Cemetery drive by My Chemical Romance at the loudest my phone could go. It was about halfway through the song when I felt an abrupt weight being put onto my shoulder.

Out of shock, I stopped. I knew it was Alfie, it had to be! If it wasn't, then... Who would it be? Maybe it was Phil? I'm not sure exactly, it would be highly unlikely if it was. But no, it wasn't either of them.

"Well, well, well, so the fag doesn't have any friends? Not surprised." An unfamiliar voice speaks out, "Oh, not gonna reply are you? Hmph. Why do I even bother? People seem to beat you up every day, so why should I join in? Oh right, its cause freaks like you shouldn't exist!' He yelled, kicking me down to the ground, my earphones falling, and my phones screen cracked slightly, but luckily it wasn't too badly cracked. He kicked me again, resulting in me falling from my hands and knees down into me just lying flat. I struggle to get back to my knees and start coughing up blood. The more he kicked me, the worse it got. He eventually left to let me cripple up into a fetal position, alone, on the cold, hard, ground. I didn't even know who he was! I didn't get one glimpse of him, so that meant I didn't know who to look out for.

Usually people would just copy what Alfie does, seeing as he was one of the most popular people in the school, but if someone else is starting to do it without any command, that's just one more person that could hurt me without Alfie there encouraging it.

Suddenly I heard the soothing sound of Phils voice coming closer
"DAN!! Are you okay?!?" I heard Phil yell from a short distance. He soon reached me and noticed I wasn t replying or opening my eyes. I began to feel heat of my cheeks being gripped onto and my head being shaken around. I quickly open my eyes and I notice the frown on Phil's face disappear.
"Oh my gosh Dan! You had me so worried! What happened?" He raises his voice, still sitting on his knees and holding onto my face.
'Nothing... I'm fine don't worry about it.' I state. I watch as his eyes drift away from my face, toward the blood that has now stained the concrete. His eyes begin to tear up as his hands leave my face. He shuffles over towards it, eyes wide with shock.
'Dan... you're not okay..."
"Y-yes, I am!"
"Then whats this?" He gestures to the puddle of blood and cracked phone that you could tell was obviously mine because of the MCR case.
I sit up in silence, and after long pause Phil finally breaks the silence.
"Nevermind, you dont have to tell me if you don't want to, as long as you're okay!"
"Thank you..." I awkwardly reply.

He gathers up my things and heads the direction opposite from the school.
"Phil?"
He stops for a second and turns his head towards my direction.
"Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
"To your house of course!"
I chuckle at the comment.
"Why?" I tilt my head.
"Cause theres no way you're going to school in that condition!"
"Hmm... okay..." I reply, unsure of this desicion. I've always gone to school, even when I got beaten up in the morning.