Hi guys! So this is my first story and I really hope you like it. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think of it! I probably won't have a certain schedule because I'm horribly lazy, but I will try to not have you waiting long for a new chapter. I'm not so sure how long this story will be , but I'll do what I can to make it okay. By the way, if you want to follow me on twitter, I am NeverlandNat and will probably follow you back. Enough of the intro, let's get to it. I do not own Dan, Phil, or anything related to them. Nothing in this story actually happened and Phan isn't real... Yet. They just need to admit it. So without further ado, here is my first story. Enjoy!

Phil's POV

I woke up to the flat feeling strange. I didn't know what it was. I sat up in bed wondering what feels so off. I decided to get up and make breakfast while I try and ignore this silly feeling. As I made my way to the kitchen, I realized what it was. Dan wasn't in the living room playing Skyrim like usual. He's always the one to wake me up by yelling at the TV. Is everything okay? Is he sick? He's home, right? I'd better go check. I walked over to his door and knocked lightly.

"Dan?" I said softly. I was answered with silence. I knocked again.

"Daaaan?" I said louder. More silence

He wouldn't still be sleeping. It's 10:30, and he never sleeps past 10. I took a hold of the doorknob and twisted it. I pushed open the door quietly and carefully, hoping to find Dan well and in bed. Sure enough, there Dan was, laying on his bed under his covers. He wasn't sleeping though. He was... Crying? At least that's what it sounded like. I heard his rapid, abnormal breathing and sniffling.

"Dan? Is everything okay?" I slowly walked towards his bed. As I got closer, I saw his laptop thrown on the floor. It must have been thrown hard because there was a big crack along the screen. There was a Facebook chat on the screen. I was about to pick it up when Dan burst out from under his blanket and took the laptop before I could.

"Don't look at that!" He yelled, still sobbing.

"Why?" Is the chat on the laptop the reason he's crying?

"It's nothing for you." He started pushing me away.

"If it makes you this upset, I need to know what it is. I don't want you to be sad. I want you to be happy!" I smile slightly to try and make him smile. My attempt fails.

"No I just can't have you- No." What could possibly be so bad that my best friend can't tell me what's wrong?

"Is someone saying mean things to you? I will find them and hurt them!" And I really would! I'm not at all one for violence, but if someone is hurting my best friend, I will make sure they know not to mess with him ever again.

"No. Well yes, it's quite a few people actually so you can't hurt them. Just drop it. I'm okay." There's no way I can just drop this. There's also no way I'd get anything out of Dan, so I just let him know that I'll drop it for now.

"Fine. Whatever. Don't think that we're done talking about this. But if they hurt you again, let me know and I'll take care of it. I want you to be okay."

"Okay. Thanks, Phil." I guess he feels a bit less angry and sad now that he's stopped crying and sniffling. He has an obviously fake smile plastered on his face, but I pretend not to notice. It's easier that way.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast to cheer you up? I could make you some freaking Delia Smith pancakes!"

"No thanks. I'm just going to take a shower."

I shrug my shoulders and turn to leave. I catch a quick glance of the laptop screen which is now open on his bed. I only see the screen long enough to read three words. Three words that surprise me. They make me want to punch the person who said them in the face. Or people. I want to ask Dan about the three words, but before I could open my mouth, the door was closed in my face. I stand there, dumbfounded, with the three words going in circles around inside my mind.

You dirty faggot

Dan's POV

Thank God he's gone. I can't believe I almost told him exactly what was wrong with me. I told him too much. Why would I tell him that it was a group of people hurting me? I should have refused to say anything. Stupid Dan! Stupid, stupid Dan! What if he tries to look at my laptop now? What if he sees the chat? What if- Oh God. What if he finds out I'm gay? Oh no no no no! I'm not letting that happen!

I'm just going to go take a shower like I told Phil I would. I just need to calm down. Everything will be okay. I hope... When I open my door, I'm surprised to see Phil just standing there.

"Ah!" I screamed and jumped back. He must have not been paying attention, because he jumped when I screamed.

"What? Woah. Oh sorry. I didn't mean to still be standing here. I guess I just zoned out or something." He looked at me expectantly.

"You can stop worrying, Phil. I'm fine, I swear." I smiled even though I was crying for help on the inside. I couldn't bear to look at the pained concern on Phil's face any longer, so I looked down and pushed past him and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I shed all of my clothes and turned the water on as hot as it could go. When I get in, I let the water burn my skin. I spend about 5 minutes just standing there, staring into an oblivion. I start to scrub my skin hard. I can't help but think of Phil. How much did he see? What does he suspect? I scrub harder. What if he finds out? Oh shit. What if he looks around my room for my laptop? I scrub so hard that my skin turns raw and I'm bleeding. I don't care. I need to get out of here and hide my laptop.

Thank you for reading chapter one! I hope you liked it! Please leave a review and if you want to talk to me or ask me anything, message me here or on twitter ( NeverlandNat) YAY SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION! Haha thanks guys 3