Dan POV

After that awkward experience, we all went our separate ways. Tomorrow was school, and I wasn't excited. But, it was the last year so. I stayed up watching television a bit longer before falling asleep, hearing the door slam. It was my mother, and she didn't seem happy. I woke up, heading downstairs to find her throwing something. "Mom?" I asked.

She stared at me. "Daniel, go back to sleep." She snapped, her voice dry. I pouted and walked towards her. "Mum?" I asked, before she slammed her fist into the door. I backed up, a scared look on my face. "Go to sleep! You worthless child!" Her voice echoed. Mother never called me that, I was so confused. My lips got into a straight line, a sad look came onto my face. "Why would you say that?" I asked.

"Leave or I'll fucking make you. You worthless, FAGGOT." Her voice screeched. I dropped everything. No one ever called me that, not even my mother. She was drunk, I figured. But I still was hurt by that, my eyes began to water as I ran to the door, leaving the house. I could hear her shouting apologies, but I ignored them, running off. That's when I bumped into someone's hard chest, falling onto my bum. "Ow." I hissed, my tears still pouring.

The person sat right next to me, I was so confused. Who'd sit right next to me? Who would even care about a boy wearing pink whose crying? I looked beside me to see that punk from before. It was Phil- oh no. "You alright?" He asked, pointing to my tears. I shook my head no, before he got up and gave me a hand. I took it gracious, before collapsing into his arms. He quickly caught me, a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He repeated. I only began to cry into his chest, for I was much smaller. He oddly returned the hug, unsure of what to do. "Anything I can do to help?" He asked.

"Don't talk, silence and you being here is all that matters. I don't want to be alone." I stuttered. Phil nodded, not letting go. He only stood there, whispering that it'll be okay. I finally pulled away, after five minutes. "Sorry, I must seem desperate. I mean- we barely know each other." I said bluntly.

Phil only smiled. "It's fine, you seemed sad. Plus, Chris would have killed me if I didn't help." I smiled back at him, a blush creeping on my cheeks. It soon began to rain, and Phil had his hair covering his eyes which was pretty attractive. "Hey, would you like to come in? I was just out for a walk so. My house is right here, oddly." Phil asked.

"Yes- yes please." I begged. Phil nodded, and took me inside. For a moment I felt- safe.

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