You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 17

*They are both now 16*

I dropped my pen onto the paper with a frustrated sigh, finally done with my super long essay on Dante's Inferno. By my hand, my phone sat with Phil on speaker. He was chuckling, but at what I didn't know. Perhaps me.

"Okay, I'm done. Do we have any more homework?" I asked, sitting back in my chair. My hand ached.

"No." Phil giggled on the other end. "Well done, Daniel. I will see you in school."

"No no no no no don't go." I pleaded, biting my lower lip. "Are you alone? Can I come over?"

"Sure." He replied. "You had better be here in five minutes."

I was already leaving. But, just before I could leave, I spotted my brother lounging on the stairs, watching me with evil eyes. I narrowed my own at him. "What do you want?" I growled, placing my hand on the handle.

"Going to see you boyfriend, are you?" He smirked. "What you gonna get up to?"

"We're gunna hang out, Adrian. That's it." I yanked open the door, but my brother wasn't done.

"What if I were to tell mum and dad?" He rose an eyebrow. "Maybe I did."

"You little..." I thought of so many possible ways to kill him, but none of them were painful enough.

"I told you that if you earned their love more than me I would tell them. Your grades came in. Mum and dad just happened to be reading them and commenting on how clever you were. I was walking past at the time." He chuckled. "Wait five more seconds and they will come out of their shock." He mouthed down from five, and the whole time I waited with sweat rolling down my head. At last, he clicked his fingers, but nothing happened. He smirked. "Looks like I didn't tell them. You can go."

I shot him a look of pure loathing before yanking the door open and marching out, aware that I probably looked like an angry 10 year old. I didn't have the energy to run or jog, so I walked and arrived at Phil's two minutes late. He was standing by the door, watching me come with narrowed eyes and a crooked smile.

"You're late." He remarked, waiting me me to get close enough. When I finally did, he kissed me hard enough to hurt, until I pulled away and stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry."

He let me into his house, locking the door behind him, and I instantly ran to the bathroom where I bent over the toilet, feeling a sudden raging sickness come over me. Of course, I hadn't been well for a while, and I sill wasn't sleeping, but the vomit that came out of me was ridiculous. Through fits of coughing and vomiting, I felt a hand gently stroke my back and Phil's soothing voice in my ear, asking if I wanted him to call a doctor. I moaned, waiting to see if anything else would come, but nothing did so I sat back against the wall and watched Phil flush the toilet.

"Dan?" He knelt next to me, but his voice echoed. Tiredness swept over me and darkness crept in. "Dan? Dan, can you hear me? Dan!"

I hugged my stomach and felt my mind slowly drift off... and then I snapped back awake, blinking at Phil in confusion. He had my face in his hands and his phone was balanced on his shoulder. He was speaking into it, his eyes and voice frantic. "Hurry. I don't know what's wrong with him!" He hung up and then noticed me staring at him. Even though I was awake, I felt paralysed, like I couldn't move at all. Words wouldn't come out, but I had nothing to say anyway. "Dan?" Phil whispered, kissing me gently this time. I couldn't kiss him back, no matter how much I wanted to. "It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine. It's just an illness."

I lay on his lap until there was a loud knock on the door. Phil rushed down to let him in, and I stared at the ceiling, about to throw up again.

Why couldn't I ever just be happy for once?

When will my life sort itself out?

When will I finally be able to live with Phil away from everything?

I guess I never will, I thought miserably before being placed into the hands of the doctor.