Broken//Phan

Ch. 31

I have an announcement in my a/n that I'm really excited about

[Dan POV]

Warmth creeps over my cheeks as Phil stutters those words. Although it seemed as though he was hiding something, he is the only person to say that to me, besides my mum. She would tell me she loved me before she went to bed every night without fail.

"I like you a l-lot too, Phil." I smile, voice cracking as I blink back my tears. A low rumbling noise echos around the room.

"Danny, are you hungry?" Phil asks as I clutch my stomach in attempt to make it shut the fuck up. I shake my head as Phil stares at me dumbly.

"You need to eat, Dan. It's not healthy to starve yourself, and look. I don't mean to jump to conclusions, but you are extremely light and when I looked at your wound on your stomach, I couldn't help but notice-" How fat I am? Yeah, I know. "How skinny you are. It's unhealthy Dan. Please, try get out of the habit. Now, let's get you some food, yeah?" He looks into my dull eyes with his vibrant ones, hope glinting through them.

But I'm already fat enough.

"S-sure," I try to smile, despite my doubts. He slides off the bed as I painfully sit up, swinging my legs over the uncomfortable mattress. Phil crouches down infront of me, looking up at me as he holds my knees.

"Listen Dan, you might not believe me, but you are not fat. You are not ugly. You are not worthless. You are amazing and perfect the way you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? You are beautiful and I can't bear to see you get hurt." He raises his body a bit, meeting his forhead with mine. (In any fanfic like this I'm in the corner like fUcKiNg KiSs AlReAdY, thus, I'm going to make a really long wait until it happens (if it ever happens) *laughs evilly backing up into the darkness, tripping and falling to my death in the process*)

"O-okay. I'll try." He stands up, holding his hands out, awaiting me to take them. "No I don't want to rely on you all the time. I can walk on my own." I see him smirk, despite the hurt look in his eyes. He shuffles back a bit, arms hanging at his sides.

I start moving my left leg to the ground, pain surging through me with every slight movement. My right leg copies as soon as my left foot touches the ground. Once both feet are on the floor, I try push myself up so I am no longer leaning against the bed. In the process of doing so, the pain radiating through me becomes so unbearable that I stumble forward, nearly hitting the ground before a strong pair of arms prevent it from happening.

He stands me up straight as I grip his biceps. I try to forget the pain by getting lost in the boy's blue and green eyes which are speckled with yellow. You could easily drown in those eyes. With one hand still on my waist while the other runs it's fingers through my dark hobbit hair as he smirks.

"Now can I help you?"

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Hey sorry if the chapter's shorter than normal, or shittier, I'm tired it's like nearly 2 am and I'm actually dying

Also I uploaded a new book a few days ago, ya'll should read it

It's called The Disappearance//Phan

Sorry about the self promo, I'm just excited about it :)))

Also idc if you read the top and read that and thought it was anticlimactic and boring I've just been writing this book for AGES now and I'm fucking HYPED