Phan Oneshots

You're Not Alone

Thanks 1Diredtioner20 for this super cute quote, "those who matter, don't mind, and those who mind don't matter."

Phil's POV
"No. He saw them. He saw them." my voice cracked as I sat on the bathroom floor, crying. Dad saw my cuts, then slapped me for being emo. So now I sit in the bathroom, crying for the millionth time I can remember, and I pulled out my blade.

And I cut. It's all I can do. It's all I remember how to do. I'm cutting because my dad slapped me, and my dad slapped me because I'm cutting. It's just too tight of a circle to escape, do you see my problem? Well no one else can.

I cried, then cut, then cried, then cut, until about twelve o'clock a.m. when I finally found the strength to pick myself up, and walked back into my bedroom where I then cried myself to sleep.

I peeled my eyes open, and turned my alarm off. I sat up in bed, and looked around. Everything was normal. But I remembered yesterday. I'm such a fuck-up.

I walked into the shower, and saw my wrists. Can I even call those wrists, or even arms?! You could paint them to look like a checkerboard. I'm so fucking gross. And my face too, I'm horrible looking! If someone slapped me so hard my face turned, I wouldn't be any uglier.

None the less, I took a shower, then got dressed in skinny jeans and a plain purple hoodie. I walked down stairs, and I noticed it was silent. Way too silent then normal.

"Mum, Dad?" I called through the house, "Are you home?" But no response. I stepped into the kitchen and saw a large note on the the fridge. I hesitantly stepped closer to it, before freeing the note from the paper.

It read, "Dear our disgusting son,
Hey, hope you don't cut while were gone, that wouldn't be good, now would it? We're leaving the house for a few days, just to get away from you and your shit, and when we come back we might even have disowned you... who knows. Anyway, food in the fridge, money on the table. Blah Blah Blah.
Your disgusted parents, Mum and Dad."

I let a single tear roll down my eyes before I darted to my room, doing all that I haven't done yet, and I skyped my boyfriend.

It rang for a few seconds before Dan's smiling face appeared on screen. "Hey baby cakes, what's-" he stopped, seeing my tear filled face. "Oh my god, Philly, what happened?" "I-It's a long story." I started to cry. "B-But my parents m-might disown m-me." "Why?" His voice was gentle, patient, and filled with so much concern, it calmed me down quite a bit. "B-Because they s-say I am e-emo." His face went white, "No, Phil. I'll be there in a second." he hung up, and left.

I cried even harder. Great, now I've told Dan and he's gonna try and hit me, or breakup with me. Fuck knows what could happen now. Goddamn, I just don't wanna lose Dan. I don't wanna lose the one who's kept me strong but doesn't even know it. I don't wanna see him walk away.

The doorbell rang, and I shakily stood up, went downstairs, and answered the door. Dan stood there with a thing if flowers, and a giant smile. He noticed, though, that I hadn't stopped crying, and his smile quickly faded. He dropped the bouquet of flowers on the ground and gave me all I've been wanting for what feels like forever. He gave me a giant, protective hug. I cried silent tears into his shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry." I tried to blink the tears away. "Let's just go inside." he let my hair before picking the flowers up again, and we walked to the lounge.
We sat on the couch, and Dan handed me the red roses. "Here." he smiled. I took them from his hands, then gave them back, "No, I don't deserve them." "No, Phil, you deserve the world. Your adorable, your kind and polite, and I haven't seen you raise your voice, ever. Not even when we have fights. Phil, keep the flowers." I nodded slightly, and took them from his hands.

"Now, what happened." Dan asked. I set the flowers aside, and wiped away a tear. "My dad walked in o-on me cutting." His face was filled with sadness, "why were you cutting?" "I-I don't remember. I jut remember that he slammed me against the wall, then slapped me really hard before going downstairs to tell mum." "Are they here now?" He said, referring to the house. I shook my head, and got up to get the note. When I came back, Dan gratefully took it, and began reading.

As he went further down the note, I could see angry tears form in his eyes. When he finished reading, he looked back up at me, tacking me into my back in a hug. "You'll be ok, Phil." he said before getting off me. "No I won't Dan. I haven't been ok for, well, I've never been ok. A-And my dad only hates me more because I'm gay, and-" I was about to breaks down before I felt a pair of warming and soft lips crash against mine.

Dan grabbed my face, and pulled me closer. The kiss was so protective, like if we pulled apart, we might die. But when we did pull apart, we all but died. "Phil." Dan asked, "Can I see your arms." my eyes went side with horror, "w-what?" "Just let me see your arms. I'm not gonna hurt you." 'I mean, what else did I have to lose. Oh yeah, Dan' I thought. "Will you leave me?" I asked. "Never in a million years." he promised. I pulled one sleeve up, and he didn't look scared, or even disappointed, he just looked sad and pained. "Oh, My little lion. Don't do it again, please." he kissed up my arm. "Dan, it's a lot easier said then done." "Ok, then I'll go through it all with you. You're not gonna be alone in this. Don't ever think that." "I-I'm just scared of Dad."

Dan wrapped his arms around me again. "Phil," he chuckled, "you really don't understand, do you?" "W-What?" I looked up at him with large eyes. "those who matter, don't mind, and those who mind don't matter." He whispered, keeping me in his arms, and I melted into his protection.