Secrets

"Love y-...Thank you."

Phil's POV

The day was over and I was heading home. Dan was so lovely today, I'm definitely happy that I've met him! My feet drag on the tarmac as I make my way to my house, a few pupils walked the same way home as I did but they didn't seem very friendly. Not at all.

"Aww look at this gay twat with his long hair and girl bag!" A boy shouts from behind me, however I just keep my head down and try to ignore him. The other boys laughs echo through my head but I try my best to not let them get to me. Out of nowhere, one of them throws their arm around my shoulder and grins at me while saying "I saw you hanging out with that shit face Howell today. You don't want to hang out with that wanker, he will try to change into a fucking homo like he is" the boy spat before letting me out his grip.

Without any second thoughts I start to run down the street. I don't know this boy but he has a horrible atmosphere that he carries round with him. Dan was my new friend and I really didn't care what anyone said about him. At this moment there are more important things that should be worrying me.

My hand turns the door handle slowly as I try my hardest to be silent. The house where I live isn't at all decent in anyway, its disgusting. It is situated off a dark and damp back alley, the front door didn't fit its frame and neither did the windows. You could barely even see through the windows there was that much grime covering the glass.

I cover my mouth with my palm as I enter the dirty and horrid corridor, as I walk towards the stairs I make sure to keep hold of my breath and not to step on any of the squeaky floorboards. However, eventhough I tried my hardest to be silent, the dreaded sound of feet pound from the room at the end of the corridor. I let out a small wimper before bolting up the stairs and into my tiny bedroom. My hands grip onto the edge of my rickety set of drawers as I pull them across infront of my door, it was as good as a lock. All it needed to do was to provide a way to keep my dad on one side of the door and me on the other.

A large fist pounded on my door and I step back nervously, my eyes flickering around the room which was so small it was more of a cupboard than a bedroom. "Let me through this fucking door!" My dad bellowed but I just scrambled under my bed, pulling my bag under with me. I curl up under there surrounded by wrappers and tissues, fortunatly there was a pillow and a bottle of water under the bed. They were there because I spent most of my time underneath the bed rather than ontop of it.

I fumbled around in my galaxy bag before managing to pull out a brick-like old Nokia phone. The biggest grin appeared on my face as I turned it on, my dad didn't allow anything like this into the house but I had managed to save up and smuggle it in. Most of the money I saved went towards the old second-hand laptop that I had hidden under my bed, it's the best thing i've ever purchased.

'Hey! How are you? :)' Slowly I tap out on the phone, I then select Contacts and choose my only contact to send it to. Dan. It didn't take long for him to reply with 'Im fine, you??' With a frown I quickly reply to his message; 'Im absolutly great!' Mine and Dan's text conversation went on for hours and hours until it was dark inside my bedroom, when I came in I was relying on the sunlight not my lamp so I didnt turn it on.

'Im going to go to bed now, Dan! See you tomorrow! Love you x' I type out but it is followed by a long pause before I quickly delete it and type; 'Im going to go to bed now, Dan! See you tomorrow! Thank you so much for being so friendly today! :)' He responded within about two minutes of me sending it with, 'Sleep well xx'

Dan is so sweet and lovely, I just don't understand why no one else likes him...