This is my first Phanfic on here! This can be multichaptered if anyone wants it to be. Something happened a few weeks ago and I had to get it off my chest so this was the result. If anyone ever wants to chat I'm always here so feel free to DM me or contact me on twitter/tumblr :) x

It was dark outside and I could feel it. Feel how wrong it was. Dan hadn't returned home, he was four hours late and it was rapidly approaching five. He was never late. Not this late. He'd call if he was.

He'd been at radio 1 with Scott Mills as they were doing a late night show together which finished at 9 o'clock and as we don't live too far from the studios, it wouldn't have taken him more than 30 minutes to get home, but it was now 01:49 in the morning and I was still awaiting his arrival.

I was sat on the sofa in the lounge, wrapped in my blue pug jumper, a hot chocolate in one hand and my mobile in the other. My mind kept repeating the journey, picking out anywhere he could have gone and every point that could be in the slightest bit dangerous - so far I had come up with 3 and my mind was still racing.

And that was when I got the call. The buzzing of my phone tore through the silence and as soon as I realised that it was an unknown number flashing up on the screen, I panicked, my shaky hands swiping at the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?" I said nervously down the phone .

"Is this Mr Lester, Mr Phillip Lester?" Asked a female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah that's me." I said, an obvious shake in my voice.

"Hello Phillip my names PC Edwards, may I ask what relation you are to Daniel Howell?"

"Dan's my best friend, we live together. Is he okay? Have you found him?" I said quickly, trying not to think the worse.

"Dan is currently in St Thomas's hospital. We believe that he was assaulted earlier this evening, but he won't give us consent to treat him so we can't see the extent of what happened."

"Oh god, has he said anything?" I asked cautiously.

"He just keeps asking for you, I've been sat with him for the last 20 minutes and he hasn't moved a muscle. We need you here as soon as you can be, he's really not in a good way." She replied honestly.

'I'm on my way." And then i hung up, jumping out of my seat and knocking over the hot chocolate that i had left on the arm rest. I left it there to soak into the carpet, running out of the flat and down the stairs.

As soon as I was out into the street, I proceeded to hail a cab and directed the driver to the nearby hospital. I could feel my heart banging against its cage, my mind going into over drive, imagining worst case scenarios during the journey.

But all the worst case scenarios I conjured couldn't prepare me for the reality.

I ran into the A&E department, the noises of the busy ward drowned out by my shaky breaths. I approached a nurse, my eyes burning as I tried desperately to keep calm. The smell of disinfectant was overpowering and combined with the situation was starting to make me to feel light headed.

"I'm looking for Dan Howell, I got a phone call saying that he was here." I said as clearly as I could.

"He's in the side bay, let me take you to him." She replied, her blonde hair swaying as she lead me to towards a room that unlike every other bay, had all the blinds closed so nobody could see in.

The nurse knocked on the door and allowed me to follow her in. That was when I saw him, curled into a ball on the edge of the bed furthest away from the police officer I assumed I had spoken to before. I couldn't see his face as it was hidden in his arms but I instantly spotted the blood staining the back of his grey T-shirt and the finger shaped bruises on his arms as I slowly walked over to him.

I made the mistake of gently putting my hand on his back and was greeted with a rapid punch in the face as Dan jumped out of bed and ran towards the corner, shaking as he tried to get as far away from what he thought was danger as possible.

The police officer jumped up, ready to restrain him but I quickly put my hand up to say that it wasn't needed.

"Dan, its me, its Phil, you're okay, you're safe here, I promise." I whispered gently, slowly getting closer to him. "I won't hurt you, I'll protect you."

Dan began to lift his head up slowly, revealing a black eye and split lip, the dried blood standing out on his unrecognisably pale skin. His brown eyes had tears spilling out of them, betraying him and giving away all the pain and fear he felt. I cautiously reached out my arms, leaving it up to him. I could see in his eyes his hesitation but after looking at me for what felt like a life time he moved into my embrace and clung to me as he let out a terrified sob. I held him, carefully trying to avoid any injuries he had injured as his body shook.

After giving him a while to calm down, I turned him so that he could look at me without out letting go of him.

"Dan, can we get you onto the bed so that the doctors can check you over." I felt him tense as soon as I mentioned the doctors, his eyes wide with terror and tried to reassure him, "I won't let them hurt you, I won't leave you for a second, I swear."

And with that he nodded, allowing me to lift him up onto the bed where I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hand and clung to me in fear. PC Edwards's looked at me questioningly and I nodded at her so that she knew to go and get the doctor so that we couldd get this over with quickly.

As soon as she left, I turned to Dan, raising my hand and gently wiping the tears that were falling from his eyes. "Dan, you need to tell them everything, let them know what happened so that they can help you. I promise that no matter what, I'll still be here."

"Phil, I'm scared." He whispered, speaking for the first time since I'd been here.

"I know but we'll get through this together ."

Before Dan was able to reply, PC Edwards had returned with a doctor and two nurses in tow. The doctor was a tall brunette woman, her hair in a loose pony tail and her heals tapped loudly against the floor as she entered, behind her were two nurses, one young, her ginger and tied in a bun, the other slightly older, her blonde her was cut short and her face was warm and welcoming.

"Okay Dan, my names Abigail Wrightson, is it alright if I take a look you?" Asked the doctor kindly. "I'd like to get the wound on your head looked at before we do anything else if that's okay."

Dan just nodded and Abigail turned to the younger nurse who began to clean the wound on the back of his head. After she had stitched the cut and the older nurse had stitched the cut above his right eye, they left and the doctor sat down on the chair next to Dan's bed.

"Dan, I'm concerned that you have some other injuries, however I will need to remove your top in order for us to check you over. Are you alright with that?" She questioned and Dan nodded nervously, turning to me as if to ask for help.

I carefully lifted his t-shirt over his head and was confronted by a large purple bruise on his stomach and a small, circular, burn-like wound on his chest. Abigail carefully cleaned what I assumed to be a cigarette burn and helped him sit up, so that she could look at his back.

There were patches of bruises all the way down his back, a larger, more severe looking one just above the waistline of his trousers.

"Dan, can you tell me what happened?" She asked and I felt Dan's grip tighten around my hand.

"I was leaving the studio, and I was walking through the alley way that's a short cut to the station and these two men came out of nowhere and-" He let out a small sob and I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "They, um, they pushed me down, they held me..."

"Oh Dan," I whispered.

"Held me down," he continued, "one of them had their hand over my mouth. I can still smell his skin." He shuddered. "I think I knew what was happening and I tried to fight them but they were just too strong."

"Dan?" I said, as he pulled his hand away from mine.

"I cant!" He said as he tried to get himself out of the bed, wincing with pain.

I grabbed his arm, holding him there.

"Please Phil!" He half screamed, in a voice I didn't recognise.

"Dan, what did they do?" I almost shouted.

"They raped me! They held me down and raped me!" He screamed and I climbed into the bed and held him as cried, his body trembling in pain and fear.

We sat there for about half an hour before Abigail said a word. Despite having a ward to run, she sat there in silence, waiting patiently for Dan to calm down. And finally he did.

Dan allowed her to patch him up, wincing every so often. She then, with his consent, took swabs which would be given to the police and used as evidence. PC Edwards returned, taking a statement from Dan and giving me her card with the instruction to call her if he remembers anything.

Despite Dan's protests, he was kept in overnight for observation and I stayed with him the whole time, not leaving him for a second. I held him as he sobbed, soothed him when he got scared and watched over him as he slept.

When I finally did drop off to sleep, it was dreamless and unconforming. I didn't get long as I was woken by Dan thrashing about I'm his bed, having what could only be described as a panic attack.

"Dan? Shh, its me, its Phil. You're okay, I'm not going to hurt you! I promise." I said shaking him gently.

"Phil?" He whimpered, his eyes so frightened that it made a tear trickle down my cheek.

He's scared of me.

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