Chapter 2
Phil was some what still awake in the wee hours of the morning. He was tired and tried getting some sleep once again, only to be interrupted by a shout coming from his room. Was it that dude? Phil quickly shuffled to his feet.
"N-no, please! Don't a-anymore... "
Phil stood beside him unsure of what exactly he should do. Clearly, the boy was having a really bad nightmare. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and his breathing rate was pretty fast.
"Hey,hey," Phil tried waking him up.
Still not awake.
"Hey! Please I need you to wake up-"
This time, the boy shouted again and shot up wide awake. He hugged his knees together, curling up into a ball. Relief filled Phil, while he looked at the boy with sad eyes. What could've been so bad in his nightmare? Phil carefully took a seat on the crook of his bed, his eyes never leaving the poor boy.
"Hey..? Are you fine?"
All a sudden, the boy lashed out on Phil. "Am I okay?! Do I fucking look fine to you, you bastard?! I was fine before you fucking came and brought me to your shitty apartment!"
Phil was dumbfounded. What was this kid going on about?
"S-sorry? I saved your life! You should thanking me, you know."
The boy turned away." You could've let me to die there you idiot..."
Phil shook his head and sighed heavily. He tugged the boy to face him, determination filled within him. Phil could've probably tell that this boy in front of him was already scarred beyond his imagination.
"Fine, I'm a big asshole or idiot. But at least I have the brains to know that suicide isn't the right way out. And I can't just let you die. Not on my watch," Phil told him, probably a little too seriously because he looked intimidated as hell.
"W-why do you care so much?", the boy asked.
Phil opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again without saying anything, making the brunette laugh. Phil ended up giggling too.
"But seriously though, I should go-"
"Go no where. You're staying here for the time being, yeah?"
Phil knew the boy was debating in his head, so he simply walked up and gave him a hug.
"Please? Only because you're unwell and I care about you... I guess...", Phil trailed off awkwardly.
The brunette was blushing furiously now, luckily Phil wasn't facing him. He nodded and felt Phil smile. They pulled out from the hug eventually.
"Dan Howell," the brunette finally introduced himself.
"Phil Lester."
"Great, it's still early and I'm tired and there's a fucking thunderstorm right now," Dan said slowly,
Phil shot him a confused look. Apparently, Dan was afraid of thunderstorms.
"Phil! Stop laughing, it's not funny when it scares you half to death," Dan crossed his arms and pouted.
"Alright then," Phil jumped across and plopped himself right beside Dan on his bed,"I'll be right here beside you, you silly hat."
Phil pulled Dan close, right up to his chest, despite Dan constantly struggling to get away. Of course, Phil left Dan with no choice but to sleep beside him, making Dan go crimson red again.
"You comfortable Dan?"
"Y-yea, t-thanks for this, P-Phil...", Dan answered and immediately shut his eyes.
"Night Dan," Phil said and planted a kiss and the brunette's head.
It didn't take very long for Phil to doze off, but Dan was still thinking. Thinking of this man who somehow cared for him even though he had met him for less than a day. All of it was just too much to register all at once, especially since he had been through a lot recently. Dan felt Phil tighten his hug and decided sleep was inevitable.
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Arghhh such a lousy and short chapter I know, but I'm sick and really busy. So so so sorry :(
-Queen Pysc