Maybe it's enough - Phan (Completed)

Fix Me

Hello, I'm watching Hounddog at the moment, recommended although it is a little strange... Have the next part

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Dan's POV

His voice almost pleaded for me to stay, as if Phil was lonely or wanted me there. Even though I had yelled at him, he flinched as if expecting me to hurt him. He doesn't deserved to be hurt. I watched as Phil kept his head down, playing with the cuffs of his jumper that he was wearing today.

"I'm sorry I yelled." I apologised quietly, holding my hands in front of me. Phil just shook his head, holding it low for the whole time I stood, before eventually lifting it slightly when I sat in front of him, on the chair that was placed from break. I watched him intently, and the movements Phil made were so innocent and small, as if he was so fragile one quick movement would snap him in two.

"Why were you crying?" I whispered, a few minutes after watching him, keeping my eyes on his lips as he bit them. Phil hitched his breath slightly and sniffed, trying to think of an answer. I could tell by the way his body changed and the way he held himself, cocking his head to the side slightly and chewing on his bottom lip.

"I was sad. Everybody gets sad." Phil mumbled quietly, barely audible. I nodded slightly and he looked up, his eyes glassed over with tears. His blue eyes had gone dull, and no longer shimmered the way I first saw them.

"Why do you get sad Phil?" I asked him, expecting no answer. However, Phil looked up some more, showing me his flushed cheeks and chapped lips. He looked as if he'd been sobbing.

"I'm always sad." He whispered, dropping his head as his chest rose heavily, fallen in a rhythmical pattern. It heaved on its way down, dropping three times as tears began to fall from his eyes.

With instinct, I knelt down, cupping Phil's cheeks and pulling his head up. He slapped at my hands, scrunching his eyes closed as he pushed his chair back, standing up with his hands in fists. Phil then broke down. And I don't mean the kind of cry a little silently, I mean the harsh sobbing erratically. And he didn't even care that I was there. I stood up with him, and he buried his head in his hands, as if Phil was ashamed that he could so easily break. I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his fragile frame, just holding him, as that is what my mom used to do when I cried. However, it made Phil cry harder, and he wrapped his arms back around me, burying his head into my shoulder, sniffing and hiccuping every now and then.

This continued for five minutes, however now he was sitting on my lap on he carpet floor, and I was rocking him from side to side.

"Are you okay now Phil?" I asked quietly, to which Phil nodded, resting his head against my chest, moving his fingers over my collarbone. The small touch sent shivers down my spine, as he was so close to my sensitive spot.

"I'm glad you got sent out." Phil spoke quietly, sniffing every now and then. "I haven't been held in five years." He whimpered, and the small strained sound made me hold him tighter, resulting in Phil gripping onto my top, bunching the material in his hand.

"Tell me the real reason you're sad." I asked his quietly, ten minutes having passed and we were now sat back on the chairs.

"I come from a broken family with a broken past. And everyone has always treated me like mud." Phil shrugged, as if it was nothing bad, and that it was normal to be that broken.

"Can I be the person to fix the broken boy with a broken family and a broken past?" I asked softly, and Phil hesitated before nodding slightly.

"But you know nothing about me." Phil replied, looking up from his hands, staring at me. I shrugged at him, and he frowned.

"I don't need to know anything." I admitted. "You need to be fixed and I'm willing to do so."

Phil smiled slightly, before the bell rang and startled us.

"I-I better go." Phil mumbled, and grabbed his bag. Before I could say anything, he was out the door, leaving me sat in the library, alone.

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This is short I know but it took ages to write and I'm so sorry it's so crap. It's just giving a bit of background and stuff,

Te amo

Mitzu

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