"Hey" dan spoke with a hopeful expression on his face.
I was still Completely shocked seeing this usually confident broken guy standing in front of me looking like me after a brutal beating at school.
*Dans pov*
I felt so pathetic standing in front of Phil's doorstep all bloody and torn I wouldn't of even known were he lived if I wasn't a bit concerned about him one night after me and my friends gave him a slightly rougher beating than usual, leaving him to fend for himself. I just wanted to know if he got home ok and I hadn't had the nerve to actually help him. I heard the door creak open and there stood phil with his top off. I guess I'd never looked at him this way before he kind of looked broken maybe he's just tired but his hair is just slightly tousled and with his top off he just looked downright sexy. I realized I had been staring for awhile so I quickly ended the awkward silence I don't think I was thinking clearly anyways.
"Hey." I muttered out rather weakly.
"Come on you can sleep on the couch, I'll go grab you a blanket from upstairs, be right back."
"Mm thanks." I managed to mumble back after he left. I walked in the living room as it was visible from the entrance. I assumed the couch I saw was the one I'd be sleeping on I went over and laid down making myself semi comfortable because I was so tired.
*phils pov*
Right after me and dans semi conversation I casually walked up the stairs, ran into my room closed the door and had a mini panic attack on my bed. Why had I let dan into my house? am I completely dimwitted?what if he has some of his friends ready to come and yank me out of my house? that's more likely than the other scenario dan just showing up randomly in the middle of the night asking to come into my house, after driving myself crazy with worry I decided that Id been in my room for awhile, definitely longer that it should take to get a blanket. I grabbed my comforter not really thinking about what I would need to sleep with, we had more blankets in the house that I could use and that he could use wait, why the hell am I bringing him my comforter, to late I've already reached the bottom of the stairs. I begin to walk into the living room but I hear quiet snores. I don't really want to wake dan up and create more awkward silence. In the end I just decide to put the blanket over him but being as clumsy as I am, I trip over the blanket and onto his sleeping body causing me to let out a tiny (but manly) scream, and me being me just lays there on top of him In complete and utter shock. He looks up at me and smiles for a second.
"Thanks for the blanket but could you maybe please get off of me?"
I scramble off of him a little bit to quickly and end up falling on the floor again causing him to jump up and hold his hand out to me asking if I'm ok. This was so strange being helped by someone who had been there to put me on the ground so many times before.
"I can manage on my own thank you, it's not like you've ever considered helping me up before."
As I continued to get up he retracted his hand and had a pure look of guilt on his face which made me feel terrible for a second before remembering why I had denied him. He started to open his mouth
"I'm I'm so-"
"Save It I don't need any fake apologies." I practically whispered before deciding I didn't care I ran upstairs uttering a, night. and closed my bedroom door before collapsing onto my messy unmade bed and sleeping a dreamless sleep throughout the rest of the night.
