I personally don't favor this song but it gave me inspiration. Also, I think I need a sadder one before I post my next one which is rather overloading with fluff. :) ~gum wrapper.

I DO NOT OWN DANISNOTONFIRE, AMAZINGPHIL, OR THE SONG BY SHAWN MENDES (also the lyrics are spread out so it's not in perfect song format).

You Matter More To Me

Dan's p.o.v.

Phil's on a date with his stupid boyfriend. The stupid one who I know isn't nice to Phil. I've seen him hit Phil. Many times. But Phil's told me not to do anything about it and I can't handle that. I've never been able to and never will be. Phil's being harmed and he's too scared to do anything.

So I've decided to tell Phil. To tell him I love him, that he can't go on like this, that he matter's more to me than anyone else.

At the same time I'm too scared so I wrote a note. I put it on his bedroom door. It reads:

I won't lie to you. I know he's just not right for you. And you can tell me if I'm off but I see it on your face when you say he's the one that you want. And you're spending all your time in this wrong situation and any time you want it to stop I know that I can treat you better than he can. Any guy like you deserves a gentleman (or as close to one as I can get). I can practically see you ignoring my shouts about how I could help you and how you needs to leave that sorry bastard. "I'm fine Dan. It's nothing too bad." You say. "Just a few bruises." A few bruises still means you're being hurt. Why can't you see that Phil? You should be with me instead. I know that I can treat you better. Better than he can Phil.

With real, true, love,

Dan.

I notice that he comes home alone. I also notice he takes the note off the door. I can hear the tape being pulled from the paint.

"Dan," Phil says just as I'm starting to wonder if he read the note or just took it down.

I jump up from my bed. "Phil."

"Dan why did you put this on my door?" He sounds more curious than sad, angry, or disappointed.

"Phil, I really do love you. More than him. More than anyone can." I say. "I know that I can treat you better than he can and any guy like you deserves a gentleman."

I think he blushes a little but he looks at the floor. "You aren't exactly a gentleman."

"I'm not a jerk either." I counter.

Phil nods. His pretty blue eyes trying to dig up any lies in mine. But I'm a bad liar. He would know if I was lying.

He takes the few steps it takes and closes the gap between us. I find his lips with mine almost excitedly.

"Take my hand, we'll be fine." I say kissing Phil's cheek.

He looks at me uncertainly but slips his hand into mine. The fact that it fits nicely is something I enjoy.

"Promise I won't let you down."

"He'll hit you." Phil warns.

"I'll hit him harder." I say even though I've never been in a fight with anyone.

Phil laughs. "You couldn't hurt him. I don't think you could break styrofoam if you punched it."

"You need to have confidence." I say jokingly. "You try, and if it doesn't work I'll step up."

"I know."

"Just know that you don't have to do this alone. I'll be right here."

He looks at me like he's still wanting to run away. "Promise?"

"I'll never let you down."

The small grin that appears on his beautiful face is what I live for.