Maybe it's enough - Phan (Completed)

Bedrooms

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Phil's POV

I woke up to an unfamiliar room, frowning as I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times. I tensed, the soft feeling and amazing smell confusing me completely, until I spotted Dan.

But oh my god, he look so good.

"Where am I?" I asked groggily, rubbing my head before wincing in pain, my arm aching massively. I then remembered what had happened, and I instantly relaxed into the pillows beneath me, secretly taking in the beautiful smell.

"My room." Dan mumbled, but the smile on his face told me he wasn't annoyed I was here. I returned a small smile, wincing as I tried to move my back. Dan instantly stood up, walking over to me quickly and holding me still, a worried expression on his face.

"I'm okay." I mumbled, however the small touches made my heart beat faster, my breathing hitching slightly.

"What happened Phil?" Dan asked quietly, staring down at me. I stiffened slightly, not wanting to tell him however I knew he'd pester me until he knew.

I guess this was my last time being friends with Dan. Now he'd know I was a freak.

"These guys beat me up again. But it doesn't matter. I'm used to it." I mumbled, closing my eyes, readying myself for Dan to throw insults at me and tell me I deserved it.

Dan moved away from me, myself opened my eyes to see a shocked expression on his face, he taking a few steps backward.

"Why would they do that? And what do you mean again?" His voice came out slightly strained, it quiet and fragile.

I sat up slowly wincing at the slightest of movements before looking down at my hands.

"I thought you would've guessed by now." I muttered, my cheeks gaining slight heat. "I'm gay Dan. They don't like that."

I stood up, limping out of his room and down the stairs, finding the front door.

"Hey wait!" I heard Dan call, running down after me. I sighed, turning round and staring at him, my eyes glassed slightly with tears. "It's okay. I'm fine with that." He smiled, but I knew he was lying.

Who would be okay with it? Even I wasn't okay with the fact I would fall for a guy so quickly. A guy like Dan. What wasn't to like about him? He was tall, hot. You could melt in those chocolate eyes of his and his hair was never anything other than perfection. His smile and dimples were to die for. Any girl who turned him down would be stupid.

"I must go." I whispered, dropping my head and opening the door, stepping out into the cold air. I shivered lightly, ignoring the pleads for me to stay by Dan. He didn't mean it. He'd never mean it.

"But I want to look after you!" Dan yelled, anger so obvious in his voice. I stopped, flinching slightly and turning round to look at him. His eyes had gone dull. A mucky brown colour instead of the smooth brown they were before. His cheeks were pink, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me, hands clenched either side of his body.

"I don't need looking after Daniel." I said bluntly, because I didn't. As much as I wanted him I couldn't, because I'd fall more and more for him before I was in too much I wouldn't be able to get out. He knew I was gay. He'd go off me soon. He wouldn't want to be around someone who gets beaten up and abuses himself because he cannot accept the way he is. "Please." I whimpered, before turning around and heading home, using the signs to find my way.

Dan didn't live that far away from me, around ten minutes. But we took different routes due to the fact I had to hide from Chris before and after school. But I was fine with it really.

Once home, I rid of my clothes, staring at myself in just boxers. Large purple bruises already began to appear on my already broken body, adding to my ugliness. Dan would never want me if he saw me. He is straight anyway. He'd find a girl in a blink of an eye.

I sighed, glancing across my room to the small, black, leather box on my top shelf, contemplating whether to open it or not. It had been a week. That was a long time wasn't it?

I growled, shaking my head and staring back at myself, before moving around my room quickly.

Grabbing the box, I looked for my school back. Crap. Dan had it. Hopefully.

I grabbed another bag, tossing it onto my bed before filling it with my school stuff, stuffing the box in too. I then threw the bag to my door, collapsing onto my bed into harsh sobs, my chest heaving in pain as every small movement tugged on a bruise or my broken heart.

I fell asleep like that, my head buried into my arms.

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Short again yes sorry please don't kill me I just want to get to a part of the story okay...

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