I Don't Mind (Phan Fiction)

Comfort

On Saturday morning, well afternoon, I managed to drag Phil home. We were sat cuddled up on the sofa when Phil turned to me suddenly. "Dan, something's been bothering me for a few days." he told me. Oh shit, this does not sound good.

"Um, w-what is it?" I asked nervously.

"Well, you know when we were in Mr Roberts office?" he didn't wait for a reply before continuing. "He said you'd been in there before and broke down, why is that?"

I took a shaky breath. "Well, um, I used to be bullied by these kids who were a lot older than me. A-and they found out I was gay so they used to mess with me." I said, lowering my head to stare at my hands.

"What did they do?" he asked gently.

"Well, at first, before they knew, they just used to h-hurt me and no one really cared about it. They all just thought I was weak and laughed it off-"

"You're not weak." Phil interrupted.

"Anyway," I continued. "when they found out, th-they, um, used to, like, touch me j-just to see if I'd, um, get a boner. A-and that's when people began to realise it was w-wrong and p-people reported them. Err, they didn't stop though. Th-they left school two years ago though." I explained and kept my head down.

"Oh my god, Dan, that's aweful." Phil gasped in horror. "How old were you?"

"I was, err, thirteen when the bullying started, fourteen when I cam out and, um, fifteen when they left school." I told him.

"And how old were they?"

"Um, seventeen when it started, eighteen when I came out and, err nineteen when they left." I mumbled. They were so much older than me. Older than Phil.

"Those fucking bastards!" Phil exclaimed. "They fucking tormented a kid when they were practically fucking adults! Those sick, twisted, bastards!" He sounded so angry but I didn't blame him. It was horrible, "They should be locked up! They shouldn't be allowed to walk around the streets!"

"Phil, all they did was push me around and make me erect in class." I mumbled, it seemed like he was overreacting.

"Don't you dare tell me that they didn't do much!" he growled angrily. "Don't you dare tell me that they don't deserve to be locked up! Don't you fucking dare!"

I cried. 

I crawled onto Phil's lap.

I buried my head into his comforting chest.

I wrapped my weak arms tightly around his waist.

I clutched onto him for dear life because he may be angry, but he cared.

And that's all I've ever wanted.

"Dan, baby, shh, shh, calm down, come on now." he hushed, rocking me back and forth, holding me in his strong, comforting arms. 

When I had stopped crying and was now just sitting on Phil's lap, I turned to face him with a smile. "I cry too much on you."

"It's okay, cry on me all you want." he smiled back sadly.

~*~

Phil had gone out to buy some groceries that evening and I was left at his apartment on my own. It was strange but I didn't mind too much. I was just watching t.v in the living room when someone knocked on the door. I thought it might be Phil but he has his key so he would just come in. Perhaps, he's just too lazy to get his key out. I jumped up to answer the door but when I did, I was surprised at the sight. A girl who must have been a head shorter than me with long, blue hair and large bluey-green eyes stood in front of me. "Hi, is Phil home?" she asked.