Dan and (y/n) are inseparable, they've known each other since nursery and have been together through thick and thin. However, secondary school is coming to a close and they both have different futures planned, they promise to meet every weekend... B...
Finally. I stepped off the boiling plane into the cold air that was the kind you couldn't find warmth even with multiple layers. "Ugh, it was warmer in India." Phil moaned, this was just another one of his obvious statements. I just chuckled. It had become a running joke, like in America he would complain every time we arrived in a sunnier country. I always used my sarcasm as a retort but right now I just wanted to arrive home and sleep. I jumped in the taxi I had hailed with Phil and the journey went like I had snapped my fingers. Before I knew it we were making an ascend up everest, or more commonly known as our stairs. As I got to the top someone nearly walked into me and I heard phil gasp so I turned around. I saw the same man picking himself up and phil trying to help continously apologising. "I am so sorry, I should have been watching where my case was going." Phil insisted, however when the man got to his feet he put his hands up and chuckled nervously "its okay, I'm not hurt and trust me I've done worse." He said. I recognise that voice. I recognise that perfect hair and height. Before I could react "Dan?" He said turning and looking confused. "Hello Jonathan, how are you doing?" I said gulping, it seemed ridiculous that after over 4 years he still scared me. "Not bad, not bad. I just moved in here like 7 months ago, and you? You look well." He said. He moved in? What? "eeerm, yeah I'm good thank you, well nice seeing you." I lied as he walked away. "Who was that?" Phil questioned as we got into the apartment and he had begun to make his way to unpack. "An old school friend." I said whilst throwing my case to the side and making my way to the living room.
Y/n's POV
(warning this might have some self harm or abuse involved, so please skip ahead if you get triggered easily x)
I sat alone. He was gone. My arms and stomach ached. I was weak and covered in bruises and scars. I was currently wearing a jumper to hide it all with jeans. It was September and I was living with Jonathan. He moved in a couple of months ago and things went down hill the second month when we argued. Ever since I was his rag doll, and I knew I wasn't worth anything to anyone anymore. I traced the scars that sat on top of my skin and kept a stoney expression. I deserved this, I knew that. Ever since Dan and Phil had stopped showing their faces I was lost. Even if Dan and I had fallen out, Phil would regularly come over for movie nights and sometimes bring Dan around and we would still talk, but not laugh together. But Jonathan insisted I was sick and told everyone. I wasn't. I was trapped. He hurt me and used me, I was emotionless.
I was snapped from my thoughts by voices from the hall. I walked down to the door and opened the door a jar so I could see. I saw two towering figures, one with a quiff and one with curls. I shut the door and smiled to myself, they were back. I felt safer. But the thoughts were lost in the stampede of negative ones. I pulled my jumper sleeves down and walked back to my room. All of a sudden the door opened behind me. He was home. He turned towards me and smiled before returning to the kitchen. "Did you start to make tea?" He asked frowning. "no" I said quietly. "What?" He raised his voice. "I said no." I looked up at him, my hair falling back behind my ears, showing my angered face. I don't know why I put up a fight I would never win. But this time I accepted what came next. The same as ever, punch, kick. My fragile figure was left helplessly on the floor in a heap. I needed to get out, but I didn't know how. I felt although every time he did this I became a bit more brain washed. And I was right. "The two pigs are home" I heard him say from across the room as if nothing had happened. "I know. I saw them." I nearly snapped at his name calling but knew better.
"I forbid you to talk to them. And if you do, there will be consequences." He said looking up from his laptop. I looked up. And frowned when he wasn't looking. I wanted to see Phil, he made me happy when I had bad days. He always cheered me up no matter what.
I ended up falling asleep alone and woke up alone. It was Sunday, tomorrow was back to work. I had gotten a job at a school as a teacher. It was a decent pay and I didn't mind it. I got up and opened the window to let my room air, I had always done this. I then continued to get ready. Throwing on a thick knit jumper and jeans, like yesterday.
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I then sat downstairs and picked up a pile of books I needed to mark. However, when I was halfway through the doorbell rang. I stood up to go and get it, I pulled my sleeves down and the hem of my jumper subconsciously. I opened the door. "(y/n)! You're okay! You never texted us, we thought you were dead!" A familiar voice sounded as I was pulled into a hug. Phil. "Phil-" I cut my self off, and the excitement, my mind replaying last night. There will be consequences. However they were here now.
"Hi, I haven't seen you guys in ages, where've you been?" I was now standing on one foot itching the back of my leg with the other. Dan noticed and looked at me worriedly, he knew I did this when I was anxious. "Haven't you had your phone?" Phil laughed. My mind instantly went into lying mode. "It's broken." I said more like a question but they let it slide. "Come in though." I said opening the door wider. Dan had been awfully quiet. "Are you okay Dan?" I asked looking at him as he had narrowed his eyes and was scanning my apartment like fucking sherlock. Did he know what was up? "Are you?" He replied earning a slap from Phil. "yes." I replied, again subconsciously pulling my sleeves further down. Which obviously, Mr fucking Holmes realised. "No you're not (y/n). There's something wrong I can tell." He insisted, reaching for my arm. I swiped it away as if I was swatting a fly. Phil stepped in front of me. "Dan! That's enough. If there was something wrong I'm sure (y/n) would say. Just in her own time."Phil raised his voice. I was thankful that he had helped and soon after they had left. Just in time as well. Jonathan walked through the door to the living room just as I had sat down from putting tea on." Smells nice. For once." He sneered looking at me. I sighed silently. "Yeah. I'm going to mark some books now." I smiled at him. He frowned and continued to type on his laptop which he never removed his eyes from. I picked up a book and was about to open it when all of a sudden his irrelevant voice began to drill through my brain again.
"Come here and kiss me." He demanded, what an arse wipe. "I really need to do this Jonathan." I said. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I replayed as he walked towards me and picked me up by my arm. I winced as he dug his fingers into the scars. "I said kiss me." He reaked of alcohol. "You're drunk." I said before he threw me down against the wall. Making me yelp. "Bitch." He said pointing at me. "Please don't" I begged but he punched my face anyway, causing my lip to bleed and my head to spin. I was use to it. One of the reasons I self harmed was to feel something. Something other than being numb.
Dan's POV
I lay in bed scrolling through tumble and replying to tweets when all of a sudden I hear thudding coming from next door. I sat up and listened closer. I heard shouting and yelling. I felt my heart leave my chest and ran out of bed to get Phil with one thought on my mind. (y/n). She wasn't safe.
----------- Well damn. Btw, shout out to Helplessfangurl for being iconic 🤠 I hope you enjoyed this deep ass chapter and weren't too upset about the self harm or abuse. Remember if you need help or are self harming, you can speak out and you will be heard. I promise. I didnt fail maths. And am sad about the end of the ii era. Also Phil changed his layout.
