Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 42

||Dan's POV||

Fuck. That hurt like hell. I lay there for what feels like an eternity, catching my breath and waiting for the pain to die down. After my heart slows, and I can finally breathe right, I sit up, Sitting myself in Phil's lap, leaning back against him. "You alright Love?" He mumbles softly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

"Why do people ask that question? It's either you really don't care, or you know that I am, in fact, not okay."

"Out of habit I guess.. When you see someone, we're taught to ask, wether we care or not." He mutters thoughtfully, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Or you see someone in pain, or looking troubled and we're just used to asking.."

"Why ask though?" I wonder, knowing the answer, but pushing the question anyway. "Because clearly, you and I both know, I'm not okay." I sigh, leaning my head to one side and feeling his breath on my neck.

"I know baby.. But it was just a question." He giggles, pressing a kiss at the base of my neck. "And I was just trying to figure out if you needed to go to the hospital or something."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks then.. But I'll be fine, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You sure?" He asks in a worried tone that makes me smile. It's not that I like to see him worry, its just sweet to know he's so concerned about me.

"Yes Phil.. Just a little scuffed up. I'll be fine babe." I brush off his worrying, standing up and grabbing his hand. "Can we get out of here?" I sigh, sick of seeing people from school bothering me outside of school.

"Sure thing." He nods, standing up and wrapping an arm around me.

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An hour and a long walk later, Phil and I are supposedly the only one's home. The two of us are taking up the entire couch, Phil sitting on one side, and I'm laying across it, with my head in his lap.

For the past few hours I've been getting the inevitable hints of depression. When I want to be happy my mind just disregards the fact that I have no reason to be sad. There's an awfully dreadful feeling in my chest, and it just makes me want to cry. I'm trying to stop it, because I don't want to worry Phil, and I really don't want to cry again. So I focus on something that couldn't possibly make me upset.

I'm safe, laying on the couch with my boyfriend. This moment, feels like home. I can finally say I don't have to worry about my dad, or my mom, or what I look like, or what people think. I just know that I've got someone who will be there, and doesn't mind my slightly insane side. I know I've always got a place to go.. And people that don't mind me staying.

I look up at Phil, tears blurring my eyes. His eyes are trained on the Tv, his fingers caught up in my hair, tugging and twirling the ends gently. It suddenly hits me, he doesn't hate me.

I always knew he didn't, but in the back of my head, all I've thought is, he must. How could he not? But in this moment, something so simple, the little touch that has hardly any thought put into it.. Changed the way I thought. It's then that I realize, he cares as much as I do. He'd probably do anything I'd do for him, in a heartbeat.

"I love you." I mumble, blinking to stop tears from building in my eyes. He looks down at me fondly and smiles, hands running through my curls.

"Love you too Angel." He responds, looking back to the Tv soon after. I'm not too invested in whatever's on, and frankly, I don't even know what's going on in the show. Most of this time, I've been too busy in my own head, or staring at him.

I end up falling asleep, and waking up 2 hours later by Phil. "Baby, you gotta get up.." He begs, shaking me softly.

"Mmph.. Yeah. Yep I'm up." I mumble tiredly, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "I wanna go back to sleep." I mumble about a minute later, leaning my head against his chest tiredly and wrapping my arms around him.

When I finally manage to open my eyes, nearly Phil's entire family is sitting there and well, that's a bit embarrassing. I blush hard and hide my face, wishing I'd known that little fact a few seconds ago. I look up to Phil who's smiling like an idiot and blushing too. His family looks at us expectantly and I know I'm definitely not going to be the one to break the silence. "Uh.." Phil starts, playing with the strings of my hoodie.

"You two are cute." His mom cuts him off, smiling at the two of us. "Are you two dating?" She asks curiously and both of us can't hold back the laughter. She looks at us in confusion and we manage to pull it together.

"Yeah. We are." Phil answers with a smile, catching my eye for a second.

"That's lovely." She says, and I look down, my cheeks red. It's so weird having people like Phil's family that actually care. It's so.. different.

We mumble thank you's and I can't help but notice Phil's brother looking at us funny. After a bit of talking to his parents, we end up in his room, like usual. As suspected, Martyn did have something to say because in a matter of minutes he was at the door.

"Come in!" I call and he walks in, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"So.. you two are a thing?" He says looking at us curiously.

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