Oh hey, this is my first FanFic EVER so I hope you like it, leave a review so I don't think I'm talking to myself, ok on with the fic!

DANS POV

Oh my god I'm so excited, I can't believe I'm going to see Muse, oh my god! They are my all-time favourite band; I can't wait to see them. I only have 1 hour until I have to go. "DAN GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I hear the all too familiar scream, along with the loud footsteps that get louder and louder by the second, soon enough my bedroom door has been kicked open and a pair of muscly hands are wrapped around my neck, I struggle for breath "o...o...o.k.k" My jaw is hit by a hard punch and I'm left curled in a ball clenching my face. I spot a shiny object in the corner of my eye. No, not tonight, I'm going to see Muse, nothing will ruin tonight. I go to lock my door and I turn the light off in my bedroom, slowly opening the window, I climb out and climb down the vines at the back of my house. I replace the crashing from inside my house from my alcoholic twat of a father, with Muse flowing through my IPod; I set off towards the O2 arena.

PHILS POV

Here I am, in line to see Muse. The doors are opening eek! I run inside with my ticket in hand, the thousands of people begin to flow through the door, filling the entire arena until there is literally no space to move. I stand and listen to the support acts. Which are nothing compared to Muse, I mean. Come on? The last act announces they are playing their last song and I see this as an opportunity to go to the restroom. I squeeze through the mounds of people towards the toilets, as I open the door to go in; there he is...The most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life, chocolate brown hair and sparkling eyes to match. Phil what are you doing you probably look so stupid just staring at him right now. I'd been staring for a good 2 minutes before I snapped out of it and gave him an excited smile, "Hey!" The boy looked around for a while before looking back at me,

"Are you talking to me?" His voice matched his face...He was so perfect!

"Yeah, I'm talking to you. There's no one here but you? My name is Phil, what's yours?" Omg Phil, he thinks you're an idiot, why am I talking to a complete stranger?

"Oh hey Phil, I'm Dan taking it you like Muse then, are you here with anyone?" awh he's so cute, it's obvious I like Muse but he still asked, he looks so awkward awh.

"No, I don't like Muse, I love them! They're my favourite band! No I'm not here with anyone, no one else likes Muse..."

"Oh well, I guess we can hang together, you seem cool. How can no one like Muse? Wtf?"

"I know my school is strange, I'll never understand them, and sure why not, can I get your number?"

"Yeah sure, um its, 0786576923"

"Awesome, let's go then!"

I spent the rest of the gig with the totally perfect and amazing boy I had met, oh wait, Dan I mean... Turns out he only had £5 on him and he was so desperate for a Muse shirt, I offered to buy him the shirt but obviously he declined, I still bought him one though, after all, my mum and dad gave me £60 to bring.

"Are you walking home then Dan, My mum could give you a lift?"

"NO! Um, I mean, I like walking you know? It's calming" Well that's suspicious..?

"Um ok, well I'll text you tomorrow or something?"

He replied with a nod and a stunning smile, I just wanted to tackle him to the ground and snog his face off...I started walking towards the car giving Dan a wave hm, I wonder why he was so quick to reply about walking home? Maybe I should ring him and ask him to come to the car? No he will think I'm a total weirdo...

DANS POV

Wow I didn't think I could last any longer with such a gorgeous face in front of me, constantly reminding me of how worthless, pathetic and broken I am. That was close if he took me home my dad would have woken up, oh well, I dodged that so it's ok...I hope he texts me like he said, I've never really had a friend, he's giving me something to live for I guess. He is so beautiful though, his ebony hair shining and his sparkling blue orbs looking straight towards me.

I have school tomorrow I really don't want more bruises...

I see my house in the distance, all the lights are off so my dad must not have noticed I'm not there, I get to the vines and slowly climb up the, only to find two strong hands forcefully pulling me into my bedroom, and a tall big silhouette stood in front of me. Shit. I'm thrown to the floor and kicked several times in the stomach, struggling to breathe "s...st...stt..stop" I spit blood from my mouth and swiftly wipe my mouth as my dad leaves my bedroom, I spot the shiny object again and I reach to grab it, my release, my everything...everything revolves around this one object, it keeps me sane, if you class me as sane? I drag the razor across my wrist, the blood starts to move towards the surface in little bubbles...yes I'm still alive, blood is still running through me. I don't deserve life, I should just give my life to someone more deserving, like Phil... I wonder when he will call.