A/N: Hey! Bonjour! Hola! Aloha! Welcome to my multi chapter Phanfiction. I keep saying I'm going to update my Divergent fanfiction but that's not going to happen anytime soon. Sorry! I'm going to get on with the story before I start rambling.

DISCLAIMER: The plot and writing are mine. I don't own Phan. I ship it.

WARNINGS: Language.

Chapter 1:

Dan's P.O.V

The group of thugs pin me up against the wall. They aren't thugs really; I know them from my high school. Unfortunately, they live in the same building as me and my boyfriend Phil. We have just come out on the Internet and of course the thugs found out.
"Got anything to say gay boy?" One of them spits at me. He has multiple piercings and is fit and bulky. His name is Sam, the leader of the bullies of my high school.
"I would say something but it's nothing you haven't heard before." I smile sweetly.
"Yeah, whatever faggot." He punches me in the gut. I double over in pain, groaning. I stand up straight again. I smirk at Sam and head-butt him. He stumbles back. His little groupies throw me against the wall. My head scrapes against the bricks. I slide down the wall. Sam stands up and looms over me. I felt 1,2,3,4 kicks in my ribs and stomach. Dragging myself up, I throw a punch at Sam. I miss, losing my balance for a couple of seconds. Sam's mates, Jordan and Mark take advantage of this. They push me into the wall. The blood from the back of my head trickles down my neck. Sam, Jordan and Mark are laughing viciously.
"Do you think you're hard, homo?" Jordan snickers. "I don't think so" Sam punches me in the face multiple times. I spit out some blood. I fall to the floor again, barely conscious. I am bombarded with kicks all along me body. Throwing my hands in front of my face, a sharp kick connects with my right wrist. I yelp; the pain is excruciating. The beating continues for about five minutes but it feels like it lasts for an eternity. Sam, Jordan and Mark walk away, leaving me on the pavement. Black spots appear at the corners of my eyes.
"DAN!" A familiar voice shouts. I recognise the voice as Phil. The last thing I hear is pounding footsteps against the pavement and Phil's desperate voice shouting my name.

(Page Break- Switched to PHIL'S P.O.V)

I am flipping through a random magazine when Dan wakes up. I stand up by his bedside. He groans and tries to sit up but I push him back down.
"Don't get up. Just stay down." I whisper, stoking his cheek lightly.
"What happened?" Dan asks, wincing as he shifted to face me.
"You were attacked, Dan." I say. "They gave you 3 broken ribs, fractured wrist, a gash on the back of your head and innumerable bruises." I feel tears creeping into my eyes. Dan's chocolate brown eyes widen as he remembers the events of last night. I climb onto the bed next to Dan and wrap my arms around him. He starts to cry. I comfort and tell him 'everything's gonna be okay.' But what if it's not going to be okay? What if whoever attacked Dan comes back? What if I can't help him and next time he ends up dead? A tear slips down my cheek. Dan notices and wipes it away gently with his left hand.
"What's up?" Dan asks, concerned. I shake my head as more tears come pouring down my cheeks like a river.
"I just don't want to lose you." I sob. Dan pulls me closer.
"You won't ever lose me, okay?" He says.
"But what if those people come back?" I ask, looking into his gorgeous eyes.
"They won't. They've had their fun." Dan tries to reassure me but it doesn't work.
"Who attacked you, Dan? Please tell me" I plead. He sighs but answers me.
"Those men from the floor beneath us. You know the ones I went to school with- Sam, Jordan and Mark." I nod, I know who they are. They bullied Dan in school. They had all being to prison once or twice before they moved into our building. Picking up my jacket off the chair, I make my way to the door.
"Where are you going?" Dan asks. I spin and face him.
"Just going to pay our friends, Sam, Jordan and Mark a visit." I reply, in a sarcastic but serious tone.
"Phil, don't. I don't want you getting hurt." He says, his chocolate eyes wide and pleading.
"Fine Dan. I won't go and see them." He smiles, relief in his eyes.
"I'm going to go back to our apartment and get you some clothes. The doctor said he will discharge you in a couple of hours." I hate lying to Dan but I need to get away to see the scumbags that attacked him. I love Dan too much to let them get away with putting him in hospital. I walk out of the main doors and get into the car. I drive to our apartment, guilt start to overwhelm me. I ignored the thoughts coming to me of actually doing what I told Dan I was doing. He wouldn't be really mad would he? Well, I guess I'll find out…

A/N: Sorry! I know you might be annoyed that I left it on a cliff-hanger ending nut I had to end it at some point otherwise the whole story would have ended up being a really long one shot. Next chapter will be uploaded in a couple of days! Bye for now, guys! ~Em :)