noir ; phan

trois

[dan]

anger.

a feeling so dreadful that causes people violence and causes them to hurt others around them, it isn't healthy for you.

anger.

its a strong emotion, one of the strongest ones too. anger is when someone has done you wrong, or maybe things aren't going well in life.

dan didn't get why phil was always angry, he had done research so he could help him. but everytime dan tried to talk he would either get ignored, yelled at or some object thrown at him.

dan stopped with trying to help phil, matthew has dealt with this long enough so maybe dan would get used too it? or maybe phil had medication for it that he wasn't taking?

dan truly didn't know, he would ask about it. but that was phils personal business. and dan didn't want phil to hate him any more than he did now.

worry.

another strong emotion, one that causes anxiety and feeling of trouble. everybody gets worried.

dan had gotten a bit worried for phil, it was now three o'clock at night and he had still not come back.

was dan meant to stop the older boy from going out? dans eyes were wide open wondering where phil was going, or what he was doing.

he was sat up in bed, looking around the room. dans room was now covered in band posters, some of the bands dan did like.

the old smell of flowers and lemon was gone, now replaced with cologne and what smelt like sweat? dan couldn't make out the exact smell.

the slam of a door opening caused dan to jump, banging his head agains't the wall making a loud 'thud'.

dan grabbed his head in pain, holding it gently. he looked up with his wide brown eyes, seeing phil standing there, he had a cut under his eye that seemed new.

phils eyes sofented, as if he was going to ask dan if he was ok but soon turned angered. "why the fuck are you awake?" phil spat quietly.

"i-i wanted to see if you were coming back, wh-where were you?" dan stammered, shifting his blanket so it covered his chest and torso better.

"mind your own business howell, and you don't need to worry about me." he snapped, dan frowned and lied back down.

dan peaked open his eyes a little, and was met with a stripping phil. he was mid taking off his shirt, and dan saw something.

it was three lines, in a deep scar. there were a couple more scars, they all looked old, but dan couldn't tell in the darkness.

dan continued to look, sitting up a bit too. he tried to focus his eyes so he could see clearly, but phil turned around and saw the boy looking at him.

"don't fucking look at me!" phil boomed noticing dan staring at him. he yelled loudly not afraid if helen and matthew woke up.

phil raised his hand as if he was going to hit him, but instead he threw a book at dan.  dans eyes widened and he flinched backing into the wall, scared that phil was going to hit him. because honestly, phil had killer muscles that most people would die for.

dan luckily, caught the book inches before it hit his face. he sighed out in relief but was met with a glaring phil.

"go to bed boys, you have school in the morning!" dan heard matthew shout from helen and his room.