One Shots

The Hate, and The Help

Usually Phil wouldn't mind being insulted, or made fun of, but it had all just built up.
He broke.
He was curled up in a ball, pulling the blanket over him while he let all the tears fall.
"Fucking creep, go kill yourself." Thats what the hate had said.
Phil knew that he shouldn't let it get to him, but he couldn't help it.
He suddenly remembered all the hurtful things people had said to him over the years, all the hate.
He let a sob move his entire body, and he fell on to the floor.
Then he heard the door open. He paniced, he couldn't let whoever that was see him like this, it wasn't right. He was meant to always be happy, and help people who felt like this not the other way around. But he looked up, and saw Dan. Dan, the sun in his life, the only one that had ever seen Phil like this.
Phil instantly got up, and ran into the brown eyes boy's arms.
Dan sighed, hugging Phil protectively and whispering "what happened?"

"S-someone said I-i was a-a creep..a-and that I should kill m-myself." The pale man whimpered, burying his face in the crook of Dan's neck.

Dan frowned, looking down at Phil, with loving eyes.

"Philip Lester. The best person in the world, you must remember that their wrong. Think of all the lovely things that our friends, family, and fans have said about you. How much they all love you, how much I love you. You're not a creep, I promise, you're not any of the awful things that people call you."

Phil sighed, his tears stoping. "Thank you Dan.." Phil looked back up at him, smiling a little with his face still wet with tears.

Dan smiled back, then wiped all of the tears of Phil's face with the pad of his thumb.