Why I have trust issues: phan (16)

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*dan's POV*

'Here,' I whispered as my mum pulled the car to a halt on an all too familiar road.

'Are you sure you don't want me to drive closer, sweetie?' she asked kindly.

'No, I don't want to scare him...'

I smiled at her through the darkness as I got out of the car.

The bitterness of the wind spiked my bare face with icy chills as I began to trudge trough the thin layer of snow.

My fist pounding on the large wooden door reminded me just how numb and cold I was.

After a few minutes it opened slightly, a wide, tired eye peeking through the crack.

'Yes?' the man asked, obviously impatient.

'I'm Daniel Howell, Phil's friend, please may I see him? It's important,' I said, focusing on keeping my voice steady.

'It's eleven at night, kid,' he said after a long pause.

I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet slightly and smiled 'it's really important, sir, I have something to say to him that can't be done over the phone, please...'

'Can't it wait till morning?' he replied quickly, widening the gap somewhat.

I shook my head no.

'Fine,' he sighed 'but take your damn boots off before you come in, Phil's in his room...' he muttered, walking down the hall.

***

Knock knock.

'Go away!' Phil yelled from the other side of the door, his voice thick with tears.

'Phil, it's me, just let me in...' I said trying the door again, locked.

I heard the slide of the lock and then the door opened, Phil stood paralysed in shock.

'Phil,' I whispered, shutting the door behind me, 'let me explain.'

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, exposing his white boxers stained with small beads of red on either side.

'Phil,' I said again, walking over to him.
He flinched at my touch as I ran a finger along the scars on his arms.
'Phil, you never told me you... you...' I began.

'Yeah, I didn't tell you because you would never get it Dan, you obviously don't care for me the same way I do about you!' he yelled, pushing away from me.

'Phil!' I exclaimed, tears welling in my eyes, 'Phil...'

'What?' he said, turned away from me now.

'Phil I love you.'

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