Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 23

||Dan's POV||

My phone rings for the second time in the past 2 minutes, making both of us groan. "Jeez, can we just have an hour without someone interrupting?" Phil complains, his lips parting from my neck.

"Apparently not." I huff, pushing him a little until he moves over and I grab my phone. I see my dad's contact and sigh, picking it up. "Hi Dad."

"Be home in 30 minutes. You and I are gonna have a chat."

"About..?"

"Don't ask questions boy. Be home or there will be consequences."

"Okay." I say, frowning. "Bye."

"By-" I hang up the phone before he can say anything else, tossing it to the floor. I lean back against the bed, closing my eyes.

"Can you drop me off at my house?" I ask reluctantly, really wanting to stay with Phil.

"When do you gotta be home?"

"30 minutes." I reply, opening my eyes and seeing his smile grow.

"It only takes fifteen to get to your place." He comments suggestively, leaning back over me.

"What are you implying Lester?" I wonder in a teasing tone. He leans in slowly until our noses are touching.

"I think you know Howell." He retorts, slipping a hand under my shirt, fingers tracing along my skin.

"I do?" I ask, my breathing hitching and my heart racing. I'm not thinking straight, but lets be honest here, am I ever? But god, he's hot and I'm horny.

"Yeah." He says breathlessly, leaning in and kissing me. I wrap my arms around him, kissing back passionately. In a matter of seconds things are quite carried away, and I'm not complaining much. If I had any time to think I would've run away. I'm doing exactly what I said I wouldn't do. But there's something so blissfully addicting about him. It makes everything seem alright.

"P-Phil." I stutter after a few minutes, not wanting this to stop, but knowing it has to. Instead of it coming off as wanting him to stop I'm only sounding like I'm pleading for more. Which in the back of my mind I am, and as far as my actions prove, I don't want to go anywhere. My heart is beating out of my chest as I squirm beneath him, biting back a helpless moan.

It wouldn't hurt to drag this along a little longer, would it? No. Dan. Think. Go home. Don't get yourself in trouble. Don't do something you'll regret. But oh he's just so-

I cut my thoughts off with actually speaking, knowing I've got to get home in a few minutes. "Phil, I gotta get home." I manage to say clearly, a hand on his chest.

"I know angel." He mumbles, his lips moving from my neck to my cheek softly. I blush as we both sit up and look down.

"We should uh.. get going." I say after a few seconds, and soon enough we're pulling up to my place.

"See ya tomorrow." Phil smiles, and I go to open the door, pausing and thinking for a second.

"Uh, Phil?" I ask nervously biting my lip.

"Hm?" He asks as I turn around, grabbing him by the cheeks and kissing him quickly.

"Thanks." I say, pulling away, but still close enough to where our noses touch.

"You don't have to thank me angel." He smiles, pecking my lips again. "I love you."

"I.." I start, still somehow unable to admit it to him. I know I do. But I can't say it. I don't know why and it hurts cause he says it doesn't matter to him. But I know it does. I can see the hurt in his eyes but I just can't do it. "I.. Gotta go.. See ya." I say finally, grabbing my bag and getting out of the car.

I see his car pull away as I open the front door to my house. "Love you too Phil." I whisper, closing the door behind me and feeling guilty that I didn't say that when I had the chance to. I feel like such a dick.

"Daniel! In here. Now." My father shouts firmly, from his seat in the living room.

"Coming!" I shout back, dropping my bag and rushing into the room. I can tell he's been drinking, but isn't quite drunk. He doesn't look particularly happy with me either and I wonder what I could've done this time. "What is it?" I ask sitting down across from him.

"I heard you've been spending a lot of time with a boy." He says accusingly, glaring at me.

"I have been. I've made a friend." I say softly, not sure how else to put it.

"I'm surprised anyone would want to be friends with a pathetic fag like you. But that's beside the point. I don't want you around him so much. You are to come straight home after school, for the rest of the week. Then I'll think about you having a friend."

"Oh." I say, my heart nearly breaking at the thought of not being able to see Phil outside of hell. *Cough* I meant school.

"You live here. Not his house. I don't know what you're getting up to with him, but I could have a friend of mine over so you can demonstrate."

"No. No. Please, no." I beg quickly, hating the thought of that happening again.

"So you've fucked him?"

"No!" I protest, blushing guiltily.

"Sure." He scoffs. "A whore like you wouldn't wait long."

"May I go to my room?" I ask out of the blue, trying to escape my father.

"Whatever, and straight home tomorrow, or I'm bringing Brian over." He says, grabbing a beer bottle from the table.

"O-Okay." I stutter, standing up quickly and rushing up the stairs, sighing in relief when I enter my room. My first instinct is to text Phil about it but when I fumble for my phone, I can't find it anywhere. I search my room and sneak down the stairs and look in my backpack. After a good 10 minutes of searching I conclude that I've left my phone at Phil's house.

This means there's absolutely no way for me to contact him, or find out when he's going to school. I have no one to talk to right now. I can't even tell him to pick me up in the morning. I scold myself for being so stupid and forgetting to bring the one thing of any importance to me. After a bit I reluctantly drag myself into bed, falling asleep thinking of the person I'm not even supposed to be around.

~~1094 words~~
Also I'm planning on rewriting the first 3-ish chapters because they were poorly written and ik I can do better. So if u wanna reread the first chapters or see the first 3 being republished that's why 😄

Anyways thanks for sticking through those horrible first chapters 😂