Chapter 1

Phil walked down the streets alongside PJ. Both were silent, pleasantly taking a nice stroll in the park. It was past midnight and snow was slowly starting to fall. Phil sighed, forming a mist with his breath.

"How's life with Chris?", Phil asked.

PJ gave him a small nod, " Great actually, with the moving in and all. But you on the other hand, need help. I suggest a relaxing holiday to help clear your head a bit."

Phil thought about it. Maybe PJ was right, he did need some form of relaxation. Everything was a blur, but everything happened in just one day. Phil was fired from his job, his girlfriend broke up with him and most unfortunate of all, his family was involved in a car accident, leaving nothing but their old apartment and money for the funeral. Phil wasn't even sure who to invite, considering that he had very few close relatives. All his life, it was just his parents, Martyn and Phil himself. But now he felt as if the world had come crashing at him, hopelessly making Phil as if he had no purpose in living anymore.

"You okay buddy?", PJ spoke.

"Yeah, Yeah. My house is just around the corner now. I should get going, thanks for the walk PJ," Phil said and gave his friend a hug.

"No problem, Phil. See you around."

With that, Phil slowly walked home into the apartment he had rented a few months ago. The place wasn't too shabby, and facilities provided in the neighbourhood were awesome. Opening the door to his room, he slumped on his bed and started planning the funeral and damn, it was hard. Not the planning of course, but the emotional pain of the very situation. His family died and he wasn't there to say one last goodbye. They were gone forever, leaving Phil all alone. Not to mention the horrible, horrible break up with Jessica. That only made him feel worse about himself.

Sure enough, Phil took about two hours or so to get everything ready for the funeral in two days time. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a snack when he realized that he had eaten all of them already.

"Damn it," he cursed silently.

He quickly grabbed his wallet and walked down the street to the mini-mart that was thankfully open 24/7 . A few chocolate bars, cereal, chips, candies. Unhealthy, but necessary for binge watching several TV episodes, or maybe the whole series, on a late Saturday night.

"Ah, Phil. That'd be 45 pounds, darling," the kind lady who worked there knew Phil all too well.

"Thanks, Belinda," he forced a smile.

He reached the apartment door in less than five minutes when he heard sobs coming from behind the building. Strange, he thought to himself. Hesitantly, he quietly walked up to where he heard the sounds from. Staring in the dark abyss of an alleyway, Phil squinted hard enough to make out what seemed like a silhouette of someone. Who in the world would be sitting there in the morning? Phil slowly approached the figure.

"H-hello? Are y-you okay? Do you n-need help?" Phil stuttered helplessly.

He heard the person sniff. " Go away, I don't need your help or pity."

Almost instantly, he perked up. What the hell?

Phil shone a dim light from the screen of his phone to see who exactly he was talking to. His face was extremely pale and badly bruised. He had obviously been crying because his eyes were swollen and his face was puffy. Phil bit his lip.

"I'm sorry but I can't just go and not do anything. You need serious help. Please just let me help."

"I said no," was all the stranger said before he started violently coughing. He seemed to be shivering too.

Phil, out of instinct, took off his jacket, placing it around the stranger. "Please? I don't think you should be out here this late... Alone."

The stranger paused for a second before nodding and sighing, probably too weak to argue. And Phil was thankful for that. Phil reached out to help him up and could feel him shiver. The stranger was ice cold to the touch. Carefully, Phil took small steps, guiding the stranger to his apartment. It was somewhat manageable until he reached the stairs. The flight of stairs seemed nearly impossible for the stranger to climb.

"Hey it's gonna be too hard for you to make it up there. I'm gonna have to carry you up there," Phil told him.

He carried his bag of snacks around his shoulder and swooped down to carry the stranger bridal style. He was surprisingly lighter than he was expected. Phil slowly made his way up while the stairs and looked down to him. Why was he beaten up and out there alone? A million other questions burned in Phil's mind. But under the cuts and bruises, the stranger looked... Well, cute. His face was pressed against Phil's chest because he was cold but it didn't bother Phil at all. Besides, he stopped visibly shivering, which was a good thing.

He carefully place the stranger on his bed, mentioning that he would be back with some food and medicine. Thank god for those irrelevant first-aid lessons his mum used to send him to. He immediately dashed to grab some biscuits and water, along with his first-aid kit.

"Hey, I'm back... Oh," Phil muttered softly to himself.

In the few minutes where he was gone, the brunette had fallen asleep already. Placing the food aside, Phil decided it was still better if he cleaned the wounds first. Bacteria and all. He took the warm, damp towel and gently cleaned the boy's face. It was soft, like a new born baby's. When that was done, he applied the medicine and used a couple of plasters here and there. When all was done, Phil found himself staring at the stranger. His heart rate increased and there was somehow an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. A feeling he couldn't quite understand and describe all at once.

He snapped out of his trance and sighed. Phil pulled the blanket over the brunette, making sure that he was kept warm for the night. And before he left, he had to simply swipe the brunette's fringe to the left.

He had slept on the couch that night, leaving Phil to think and dream about the mysterious, brown-haired boy.

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Hey Guys! So, new account, new story. Yeah. I feel that this story may be a little slow, but progressively, it should be better. Note that this story has a few smutty and angsty sides. Because, I freaking love angst. Okay, thanks for reading!

-Queen Psyc