Take the monsters away | Phan (Completed)

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A/N: Hey Broken Blade here, there is slightly more swearing than you might expect from from a Phan fiction, you have been warned.... 

~Dan's POV~ 

      I started stepping closer to Phil, yet he didn't budge, he just stared aimlessly into space. I wrapped my arms around him. Up until now I completely forgot about my beating from this morning because my arms started throbbing, but ignoring that, I focused on Phil who was probably hurting more than me. I lean down a place a soft kiss on his forehead. At this point I don't even care if he is gay or not, I just wanted to protect him. I was a little taken back knowing I've never felt like this toward anyone before, but somehow I couldn't stop this feeling toward Phil. I stepped back, to see Phil as red as a tomato and a small smile on his face. 

See I'm not going to hurt you, and if I do I give you the right to slap me as hard as you freaking can 

O-okay 

Come on class started 5 minutes ago 

Do I have to go to class, I will either have to face them idiots again, or have to face the embarrassment of the teacher calling on me for isolating myself from the rest of class, trust me it happens every year.

Yes Phil you need to go to class, here i'll walk you after Phil nods I grab my back pack that somehow made its way off my back, and walked out of the toilets. 

I have Chemist next 

I have that class too, here it's down the hall 

Alright we started walking avoiding everyone, after numerous times hiding behind the lockers and trash cans in attempt of staying out of the teachers gazes we made it to the door. 

Phil you go in first and ill come in, in about 3 or 4 minutes since i'm new it will hopefully turn out a little smoother for me 

Maybe, this is Mr. Kendall's room so he probably won't care 

Good because I have a bad rep for being late to class my last teacher hated me for it 

Trust me you're fine i'm always late too 

I chuckled and turned back to Phil Okay time for the first lesson of the rest of this pointless school year 

Wow thanks pal 

You're welcome I chuckled again as Phil playfully punched me arm before turning and walking into the class room. From the other side of the door I heard 

Sorry I'm late I couldn't open my locker, it got jammed so I had to get the Janitor that was honestly one of the worst lies I've ever heard and I've heard a lot 

Oh that's perfectly understandable now please take your seat i'm going to be taking attendance in a short while (Does anyone else still take attendance or is that just my school, just me okay) 

A few minutes passed so I stepped through the door right when Mr.Kendall started taking attendance. 

Hello sir and you are? 

Oh i'm Daniel Howell, i'm new here so it was a little difficult finding this class 

Okay, well may you please take your seat somewhere while I finish taking attendance 

I look around to see a seat next to Phil and a boy with a messy quiff, and tan skin. I sat down and quickly and pulled out my text book. 

~Phil's POV~ 

   Oh thank god I have Mr.Kendall as a teacher this year, thanks to all of the dickheads, I show up late basically everyday. Last year I had Mr.Laws (Sorry I just really don't like Nick laws so we are using him, no hate pwease) and he literally THREATENED me, like the 10th time I showed up late. Even though I showed up to class with a black eyes, bloody lip and limping because later that day I was rushed to the hospital because my leg was broken, but nooooo showing up 3 minutes late was the end of the fucking world. Anyways, after the whole 'scene' I sat down at the corner of the room like normal and pulled out my sketch pad, where I started drawing random doodles everywhere. I must have voned out because out of no where I heard 

Phillip Lester 

Oh um here 

I instantly went back to my so called 'doodles' before converting to random thoughts, mostly about Dan. Can I trust him? I mean he fucking kissed me, well my forehead but that's beside the point. But he could be trying to make me fall for him then run away to all of the monsters. It's weird I've never seen him before though. My thoughts went on and on until I felt a nudge on my sholders. I looked up to see Dan and a completely empty class. 

You know class ended like 5 minutes ago, I've been trying to get your attention. 

Oh, um right I was serious thinking about Dan for 45 minutes, Jesus Christ. I grabbed my bag and swung it around my sholders as I walked out, Dan not far behind. I make my way to the library considerating it's my free period. I stop after hearing a large thud from behind. I slightly look over to see Dan shaking on the ground and 'him' standing over him with a devilish smirk plaster on his face. 

Oh hey bitch I see that someone met that fuck he started raising his fist as Dan starting whimpering 

No-no please 

Ash, leave him alone, now if your going to aim pain toward anyone, do it towards me. Okay honestly where the fuck did I A build up that freaking courage and B when did I actually care a smige about Dan. 

Aww, Philly is this your boyfriend, I don't know why you still care everyone hates you, you worthless emo fag, and your arms show it perfectly. 

He started walking forward but if i left he would pretty much kill Dan, I mean Dan was already in horrible condition, yes I noticed the bruises, he looked as if he was about to pass out in the restrooms (is that what you call them?) but for what reason, it odveisly wasn't them because he wouldn't have "stood up for me" so who was it? Who cares, now I just stood there waiting for my punishment, yet he didn't punish me, well physically anyway, he just lifted up my sleeves and showed Dan all of my scars, some deep lines or just the words everyone called me. 

Do you really want to like this fucking emo bitch 

I shut my eyes waiting for the worst 

~Dan's POV~ 

Phil cuts himself!? And it wasn't just simple lines either I saw words such as Gay, Faggot, useless, unloved, bitch, the list goes on. I look straight into the guys eyes before wobbling up and yanking the guys hand off Phil before bolting down the halls. As habited, I raced to the nearest restrooms, pulling Phil quickly inside. After knowing the coast was clear I lifted Phil into my arms, tears flowing down my cheeks. After a few moments he started to hug back and buried his head into the crook of my neck. After about 3 minutes I pull away, grab Phil's exposed arm and pull up my own sleeves to show my severely bruised arm. I let a tear fall down my cheek before whispering 

Look we match...