Crushed Secrets {Phan AU}

Chapter 4

"Sit where you'd like." Dan says as he closed the door. I have 2 options. I could sit in the chair by his desk, or I could sit on the bed. I opted for the bed, because it looked more comfortable.

Dan sat in the desk chair and we sat in silence for a minute, until Dan started to speak. "So do you play any video games?" He asks playing with the pen in his hand, looking at me waiting for an answer.

"Yea." I say with a bit of my northern accent showing through more. My parents tell me my 'northern side' seems to come out more when I nervous.

"Do you like sonic? Crash bandicoot? Super mario brothers?" He listed.

"Yea, I like all of those." I say truthfully as Dan grabs a piece of paper and starts to write down some stuff.

"We could do our project over video games...or if you wanted to do something else we could." Dan suggests.

"Okay, video games sound cool." I say looking around his room as he writes. It feels weird being in his bedroom, seeing the stuff on his desk, the colour of his bed sheets, he even has a few posters around his room, one catches my eye. A muse poster. {a/n ofc}

"You like muse?" I say pointing to the poster.

"Yea. Do you?" He asks not looking up from his paper.

"Yea." I say as I study him carefully. His hair looks a bit more curly than usual. Usually it's pretty straight, but today the ends of his hair curl a little. Now that I think about it he is kinda cute... Wait, Am I really falling for the guy who just punched me yesterday? I look down and fiddle with my hands trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

"Sorry..." Dan suddenly mumbles under his breathe while continuing to write.

"Huh?" I say confused.

"Sorry for...yesterday..." He says. It's like he can read my mind or something. What the hell?

"Oh. It's...uhh...okay, I guess." I hesitantly reply. It really wasn't okay, but I don't want to make things worse for myself.

"It's not okay though." He says setting his pencil down and turning his spinny chair to face me. "I feel shitty for hitting you. It was stupid peer presure by my idiotic friends." He coughs afterwards, clearing his throat. "Anyway. Um...we should continue with our project." He says. He walks over and sits beside me on the bed, putting the piece of paper in front of us for me to look at. It's got a little doodle of what kinda of project we could do. He's pretty good at drawing from the looks of the doodle.

He starts to explain his ideas to me, but I can't help but stare at him most of the time. He seems to be kinda passionate about this for some reason. Is it because he really loves art, or is it because he just wants a good grade on the project? Either way I can tell he will put a lot of effort into it.

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I feel a small pain suddenly after a little bit of us talking. "Where's the bathroom?" I ask. We'd been talking about the project and we have a rough draft on paper of what we're going to do.

"Down the hall and to the right." He says at his desk focused on our paper, making small adjustments.

I walk out of his room and into the bathroom. I lift my shirt up to reveal the large purple bruise on my side. I put my hand on it. It doesn't hurt as much now. I get a sudden sharp pain in my side, so I lift my shirt up higher to reveal the larger bruises. Most are starting to fade already, but I see one that must of happened earlier.

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe. I then pull down my shirt, flush the toilet, and walk back to Dan's room.

"You okay?" He says as I walk into his room.

"Yea. I'm fine." I say as I turn around to close the door to his room.

"Oh god! You're bleeding!" Dan says referring to my upper back. "Sit down, I'll be right back." I do as he says and sit down on the edge of his bed.

Dan returns with a little box, which I guess is a first aid kit. He sits next to me and opens it. "Okay, take your shirt off." He says casually.

My eyes go wide. "Wait, why?" I ask bitting my lip a little in anxiousness.

"So I can stop the bleeding and stuff." He says.

"But-"

"Just take your shirt off." He says with some annoyance in his voice. Without another word, I do as he says and take my shirt off.

It's quite.

"Woah." I hear Dan say very quietly, he then coughs. Probably because of all the colours that seem to be painting my torso. "Um. Could you just...turn so I can get to your back." I do as he says, and he presses a cotton ball to my wound. I wince. "Sorry." He says with a sincere and concerned voice.

"It's fine." I say.

"And...this was from...us?" Dan suddenly says after a moment of silence. I guess he's referring to him and his friends.

"Yea, some of it." I admit, instantly regretting it afterwards, as I know he'll ask.

"...and the others?" He asks curiously, as he opens something.

"Uh...it's from...nowhere. Never mind."

"That's okay. I understand if you don't want to tell me." He says sweetly. Dan really isn't that bad after all. He seems different each time I see him, as if each time he's revealing a small part of himself to me.

Dan places a large plaster on my back. "Thanks." I say putting my shirt back on, but I catch a glimpse of Dan looking at my chest.

"Can I tell you something?" Dan says all of a sudden.

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A/N
Yooo so It's 2015. Yea, that happened. Sorry for not updating, I'll try and update the other fics tomorrow maybe?¿
Can't promise anything soz
But hope you liked this new chapter!