Together is enough // phanfiction

Part 23

Phil

"Stop!! Stop you're hurting him!!" Phil cried out for what felt like the millionth time as they kicked Dan in the stomach again, while he was laying on the ground. Phil was still being held back by Bart, no way of getting free.

"Please stop!" he yelled again. Jessica turned around grinning. "Stop." She said and de guys immediately stopped kicking Dan. Dan was curled around in a ball, winching and crying in pain. 

She walked over to Phil, smirking. "You know... I'm still angry for what happened last week, you checking me out." "Don't flatter yourself." Phil spat out, furious. She got even closer.

"What it comes down to is that you two boys ruined my boyfriend's reputation and since he is my boyfriend, that means my reputation." She tilted her head to the side, "And he has paid for it now." she gestured behind her towards Dan.

"Don't you fucking touch him Jessica!" Dan cried out in between sobs. "Shut him up please." Jessica said to Dennis. He bended over and punched Dan in the face, causing his head to collide with the concrete. Phil flinched at the sight. 

"You're right, he has paid for it," Phil stammered, "so please don't hurt him anymore." Jessica looked at him contemplating her next move. Dennis looked at her expectantly. After a few seconds she waved her hand in the air, gesturing Dennis to back off, and he did.

"Thank you." Phil whispered, which he realized sounded incredibly weak.

"I wanna make something clear here." She said with a sharp voice. "You two will never come in my way again. You will not look at or talk to me or Spencer. Get it?" she raised one eyebrow.

"My pleasure." Phil scoffed. He shouldn't have done that. Jessica put her hands on Phil's shoulders, pulled him forward and kneed him in the crotch, twice. Phil grunted in pain and collapsed as Bart let him go and threw him to the ground.

"Get him." she nodded and turned around as the three boys all jumped on Phil at the same time. Phil couldn't describe it, his entire body screamed out of pain. He had no idea what was happening but it hurt like hell.

Luckily it only lasted a few seconds before the guys all turned around and followed Jessica, away from the school, leaving them both on the ground.

Phil opened his eyes and saw Dan laying about ten feet away from him. He wanted to move but he couldn't. He couldn't breath, he couldn't move or talk. He felt defeated and weak. 

Dan slowly sat up and held a hand to his head, still crying. Phil decided he had to, even though it felt like he couldn't, even though every thing in his body felt like it was on fire, he had to move.

He pushed himself up by his arms, feeling a sharp pain going through his entire chest. He whimpered softly but tried to ignore the pain. He made his way to Dan on all fours, kneeling in front of him.

"Dan..." he whispered slowly putting one hand to his face. "Dan I'm so sorry." Phil's voice broke. He didn't know if it was physical or emotional but the pain overtook him. He took Dan in his arms and they both cried and sobbed for minutes long.

Dan

About an hour later they were both at Phil's house, in his bathroom. Phil used a water cloth to clean up the dried up blood on Dan's face. They hadn't said much, it seemed like they were both too embarrassed and hurt to talk.

"Ow." Dan winched. "Sorry..." Phil mumbled and removed the cloth. "We have to put ice on your stomach." he then said. Dan sighed. "No we don't..."

"Yes we do Dan, else it's gonna swell." Phil said determined. Dan shook his head, "It's not that bad, really." "Oh really?" Phil bend over and poked him softly in the stomach. 

"Ah!" Dan cried out, flinching. "Fuck you..." he mumbled. "Yeah, I know, let's go." Phil put Dan's arm around his shoulders and helped him to get up and walk downstairs. They went fairly slowly, considering Dan was probably black and blue underneath his shirt.

Downstairs Phil laid Dan on the couch and went to the kitchen. Dan took this opportunity to look around. A large fireplace was across from the couch, a huge painting hanging above it. A woman and a man, which Dan figured were Phil's parents and a young boy in between them. He was about 7 or 8, his black hair was neatly combed to the side and he was wearing a suit and bowtie. They all looked extremely serious.

"I hate that painting." Phil said when he returned and saw Dan looking at it. "I remember we fought all morning because they wanted me to wear a suit." He walked over to Dan, carrying two large ice packs.

"You just happen to have ice packs that size laying around?" Dan frowned. Phil smiled sadly, and nodded, "yeah we need them quite often around here." 

Dan felt his stomach turn, why did he say that, fucking stupid. He laid his head back avoiding eye contact.

"Take off your shirt." Phil said demanding, preparing the ice packs.

Dan grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it up, grunting with pain. Phil's eyes widened with shock. "Oh my god Dan." he whispered. Dan didn't dare to look down at his stomach and just proceeded to take his shirt off.

Phil helped him getting it over his head and laid it down next to him. "This is gonna be cold, and pretty painful probably." He whispered before putting the first icepack down on Dan's stomach. Dan moaned at the pressure being put to the bruises. "Sorry..." Phil flinched before grabbing the next one.

"One more..." he said before laying the other icepack on Dan's chest. Dan yelped and breathed really quickly. "Okay, calm down Dan... It's gonna be okay." Phil grabbed Dan's hand and kissed the back of it.

After a minute Dan had adjusted to the cold and pressure and got his breath under control. "What about you?" he asked softly. Phil smiled and shook his head, "they only kicked me a few times, it's fine really." he was now holding Dan's hand with both of his hands, putting it against his cheek. "My balls really hurt though." he grinned.

Dan snorted and then immediately winched in pain, "Fuck Phil, don't be funny." he whispered. "Sorry..." he smirked, "It just comes natural to me."

Dan smiled and then closed his eyes. He could still here Phil yelling in the distance, crying out, asking them to stop. That hurt just as much as the bruises. "Sorry you had to see that." Dan said, his eyes still closed.

"What? Don't apologize!" Phil squeezed Dan's hand. "Hey, look at me." Dan opened his eyes to see Phil frowning, looking sort of annoyed. "Don't you dare apologize... stupid..." he shook his head.

"Did you just call me stupid?" Dan grinned. "Yes... cause you're being stupid." Phil said raising his eyebrows. 

"Rude..." Dan mumbled. Phil laughed and pushed himself up. He leaned over Dan, making sure not to touch his chest or stomach. He hovered over his head for a second, admiring the few. Dan had a bruise right below his right eye where Dennis hit him. Then on his left temple he had scratches and some small cuts where his head banged against the ground.

"What are you..." before Dan could finish his sentence Phil pressed his lips on Dan's softly, locking their lips.