Phan One-Shots

Just an ongoing collection of Phan(Dan Howell & Phil Lester) One-Shots. ((Warning: Some may contain Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, Domestic Violence, Sexual Abuse, Rape, and Major Swearing.))


1. Bent & Broken

It wasn't everyday that I got a break. Today was one of those days though. I walked through the halls, getting stares as I went. I sped up and tried to ignore them, knowing I was being judged here and there. I finally got to my locker without talking to anybody, or getting interrupted, which wasn't really normal. I looked carefully over my shoulder trying to see if one of 'them'  was heading toward me, ready to unleash their wrath. Luckily, nobody was even around me. I got my books and headed toward my next class, which was History. The classroom was a long way down the corridor, so it takes longer. Everybody was rushing past me, not acknowledging that I was there, getting run over by the people behind me. I didn't make it to class on time. I was still a ways down the hall. "Shit.." I muttered to myself, knowing that if I was late, I would be sent straight to the office. I decided not to try to rush anymore, I was already late, it wouldn't matter. I walked a few more steps and saw a boy laying on the ground with three people around him. I quickly hid behind a trashcan, observing from a distance. I squinted my eyes to see if I could get a better look. I recognized the three guys that towered over the boy on the ground. It was the school bullies. I gasped, only loud enough that I could hear. I ducked behind it, and listened to what was going on.

"You not strong enough little pussy?" One of 'them' asked. I heard a moan in response.
"I guess he isn't. Maybe we should give him some more so he can learn how to stand up for himself." One of the others said.
"N-no. Please... Just leave me alone..." The boy managed to breathe out.
"Why should we? Just because you're hurt already? Or is it because you don't deserve it?" The leader said, "Don't even think about that. You do deserve this, you gay little shit!" Then I heard a thump and a moan. I wanted to do something. I really did. But I was too scared for myself to have the courage to do so. I looked back up, seeing them laughing at the broken body that lay on the ground.
"Help..." I heard the boy say.
"You think someone's going to hear you? Even if they did, they wouldn't help you." The leader said and the other two laughed. That was it, I had to do something. After all, how many times have I been in that situation, wishing somebody would help me? I got up and walked toward the scene.
"Leave him alone!" I yelled as I approached them, regretting as I did so. All three of them turned around. Two of them coming toward me. I backed up a little, showing I didn't want to fight.
"What's wrong Howell?" He said to me, "Don't want us to hurt your boyfriend over here?" He started coming towards me like the other two.
"Don't hurt him, he's done nothing wrong." I said, a little more confident. Hoping, praying that they'd just leave. But I knew that was never going to happen. They didn't even say anything else. They just lunged toward me. I dodged them, not touching any of them. Then, I was on the other side, where the boy was laying.
"Keep them.. a-away.. Please.." They boy moaned out. I crouched down next to him, "I will, don't worry. You'll be okay." I said, looking at the others.
"You want to be a hero and win his love, don't you?" One of them said and laughed. "I think he does. I think we should give his little boy crush here more just because of him." The other one said. The two jumped me, holding my hands behind my back, not letting me move. The leader grabbed the boy by the arm making him scream a little. He held him up by the arm and punched him in the stomach. Tears started forming in my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved, I just made it worse for the boy. He doused over in pain, holding his stomach from the punch, trying to ease the pain. The boy was crying at this point, and I was about to. All of them just laughed at his pain, making me want to kill them. No one should deserve this. No one deserves this. I started to get angry and tried to break loose but I failed. They were just too strong. The leader walked over to the nearest set of lockers and threw the boy into them, making him pass out. I was crying at this point. One tear right after another. I realized that maybe helping was a bad choice. I had just made it worse for him, and now he's unconscious, and it's all my fault.
"Let him go." The leader said. They threw me on the ground making me moan.
"Better luck next time, faggot." One of the others said and walked off, kicking me as they went by.

What did I just do? I made a fool out of myself(not like I already wasn't one anyways). I crawled over to the boy. He was laying on his stomach. I turned him over. His face was bruised, scratched and cuts went along his arms, and he probably had some broken ribs or an ankle. I slid as close to the lockers as I could, letting myself up. I had a limp in my walk, but it was nothing near as bad as him. I walked over to him. I had to him out of here. I knew the nurses here didn't give a shit, and neither did the teachers or other staff. I sighed and picked up his limp body. My arm under his legs and my other arm supporting his back. I limped down the hall, noticing the clock. There was only 20 minutes of that class left. I had to get out of there, quick.

I made it down the hall in just 5 minutes, and out the double glass doors, hoping nobody saw me. I walked to my car and placed the boy in the passenger seat and then I slid into the drivers side. I started it up and headed toward my house. I got there in 10 minutes exactly, hopping out and making my way over to the other side of the car. I got him out, carrying him as I did before. I walked into the building, dreading the three flights of stairs I had to limp up. When I got on the third floor I sat him down, back against the wall. I dug out my keys and opened the door, picking him back up and walking inside. I managed to close the door with my butt and then I walked into the living room and sat him down on the couch. My parents weren't home so I had nothing to worry about right now. I speed walked into the kitchen, swearing at myself because of my leg. I got an ice pack ready and went back to where the boy was at. I gently laid it on his forehead, carefully not to startle him if he woke up. I sat in the floor beside the couch, watching him. I had just realized that I've never seen this boy at school before, so he was new. But that isn't the only thing I noticed. I studied his face, trying to figure out what I found attractive about him. I gave up and just accepted that he was really cute. I had just got up as he started to wake up. His eyes opened and he shot up, fear in his eyes.

"W-where am I?" He asked, looking around the room.
"You're in my house. You were hurt really badly and I knew no one at school was going to help so I just brought you here." I said. He looked at me with a blank expression. I sat down beside him, "I know you're probably in shock, it's happened to me before. But you probably need to rest." I said. He didn't say anything. I started to say something else but he cut me off,
"T-thank you, for you know, s-saving me back there." He said.
"No problem. You looked like you needed help. And I couldn't stand to see you get hurt like that." I said, looking at the floor.
"I could have handled it on my own. I-I'm used to it." He said.
"I had to help you. You wanted help, I could see it in your eyes. Do you know how many times I wish there was help there when I was laying on the floor crying and getting the shit beaten out of me?" I said.
"I-I can probably guess." He said. There was an awkward silence. I didn't know what else to say. Then it came to me.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name? I haven't seen you around." I said. He hesitated. "Oh come one. You can trust me. I'm not like them," I said. He looked up at me for a moment, our eyes connecting. He had the most striking blue eyes ever.
"P-Phil. I'm new. I just started t-today." He said.
"That explains why I haven't seen you." I said, looking back down at the ground.
"What's your n-name?" He asked.
"Dan." I said, not taking my eyes off of the floor. Then I remembered.
"We probably need to get you cleaned up." I said. He looked at his arms and nodded, "Yeah. Do you have a first-aid kit?"
"I think. Uhh, let me go look." I said and got up and walked into the kitchen, still limping. I looked in all the cabinets to find one. I was small, but it would work. I walked back into the living area where Phil sat.
"Do you want me to.. Or can you..?" I asked. He looked up at me. Our eyes met again, staying there for a few moments before I realized his arms again and I looked down.
"Oh... Umm, I don't know. They hurt pretty bad..." He said.
"Okay.. I'll do it then." I said. He sat the ice pack down and gave me his left arm. It was horrible. Cuts everywhere. I shouldn't have, but I had to ask..
"D-do you c-cut?" I asked, now regretting my decision. I looked up at him, noticing tears forming in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.." I said, cleaning up his arm and bandaging it and moving onto the next one, doing the same routine. As I finished I looked back up at him and then looking back down.
"Y-yes." He said. I was shocked. I looked into his eyes seeing tears fall down his cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumb, now I'm about to cry.
"There's no r-reason to be ashamed of that." I said, still looking into his blue eyes, "I-I do too.." I said and rolled up my hoodie sleeve to reveal several cuts that were out of order, up and down, side to side, vertical. "It's the same on the other one, too." I said, tears now falling down my cheeks. I looked down. I felt his hand cup around my cheek, making me look up at him. He wiped my tears away, as what I did with him. I stood up, picking up the first-aid kit and limping back to the kitchen.
"You're limping." He said. I stopped and turned around.
"Yeah, they kind of, hurt my leg a little. But it's fine, I've had worse." I said. Laying the kit on the counter. I walked back over to Phil and sat beside him, putting my head in my hands. He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up as his eyes met mine once again.
"You know you're really beautiful right?" I said, blushing a little. He didn't say anything. I smacked myself mentally for saying that. I closed my eyes, wishing I had never said that. But then all of a sudden, his lips met mine. I tangled my hand through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He pulled back, looking me in the eyes. He smiled and I was probably blushing like an idiot but I didn't care.
"Hey Dan." He said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked. My eyes lit up.
"Yes." I said, kissing him again.

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