Bring Me Home // Phan

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Dan's POV

Stupid.

My feet padded on the carpet as I paced round and round.

How could you let him see you like that?

Now he's going to try and stop you.

You're going to get fatter.

"Shut up." I muttered.

He hates you now.

Probably debating whether or not to trust you anymore.

"No."

How many more secrets are you going to let him find?

Are you going to tell him about me?

The voice in your head?

Insane freak.

That'll definitely scare him off.

Goodbye Phil.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
I screamed, dragging my hand along my desk, pushing everything onto the floor with a crash.

Oh dear, he's getting angry.

Did we forget our medication?

Not that it does anything anyway.

With another yell, the desk was turned sideways.

Don't get let your anger get too out of control, mind.

Don't want to break anything again, do we?

Or should I say, anyone?

"No. I can't hurt him again." Suddenly I was crying, sliding down against the wall and landing on the floor, hugging my legs tight.

"Dan?"

When did Phil walk in?

He was coming over.

He moved a hand towards me.

"Don't touch me!" I cried, scared of what I'd do.

Scared of myself.

He flinched, but didn't move away.

"I said don't touch me!"

Fire mixed with fear in my head.

He thinks you're faking it.

Faker.

Liar.

"Dan..."

"Just go away! Leave me alone!" I yelled, throwing a teddy bear towards his face, which caused him to retreat.

"Go away!" I screamed, throwing a book, which hit the back of the door as Phil closed it behind him.

My breathing was shaky, and I only just realised that I had been clenching my hands into tight fists.

Once I had calmed down, I found my phone on the floor and sent a text to Phil.

Dan: I'm sorry I yelled at you before - I was scared I'd hurt you.

Phil: Don't apologise - I know you'd never try to hurt me.

Dan: I love you, Phil.

Phil: I love you too. Are you alright now? Can I come in?

Dan: If you want to.

A few seconds later Phil came bounding into my room, wrapping me up in a hug.

Warm.

He helped me to turn the desk the right way up again, before I told him I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Goodnight, Danny." He whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead and smiling at me as he left the room.

Cold.