Phan Oneshots

Saved by the school 'Bad boy'

Word count: 2285

Trigger warning: Mentions of eating dissorder, abuse, self-hate NOT harm, and it is sad. BUT GETS HAPPY! 

A/N: I am sorry if this upset anyone. if you don#t like upsetting nature then please do not read this. It does end happy though.

I love you all. 

~Jo

Being bullied wasn't ever new to me, but just because i am used to it doesn't mean it doesn't scare me. I am terrified of school. I no longer want to go. I have to. 

Pulling myself out of bed i changed into an outfit of my 'OMFG' shirt and some black skinnys with my non matching sock and black vans. I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and straighten my hair. I washed it last night after the fight i got into. Or more like me cowering in a corner as i was beaten black and blue. 

No one accepts me for who i am. The people who beat me are all homophobes. They hate gays, and i happen to be one. It's not my fault i am the way i am, but i get beat for it. That is the world we live in.

My mother ignores my existence, ashamed of what her son has become of himself. My father... he comes to my room and beats me when he feels like it. Telling me i'm useless. That nothing good will even happen to me. That i deserve this. 

My mum just watches him. Sometimes looking at me with sympathy as he just continues to beat me. Scared he will do the same to her.

"OI! Get your lazy ass out of my god damn house unless you want a beating lad!" I heard his low voice scream at me from downstairs. I grabbed my bag and raced downstairs and out the door, not stopping my running as i ran to school. My breathing heavy, the taste of metal in my lungs. I didn't dare stop. My hands were sweaty and my legs were weak by the time i reached school. 

I was dangerously unfit and unhealthily skinny. I don't get fed much at home and i chose to not eat at school. People say i'm fat. I always believe them. Even though my mum sometimes cares enough to take me to the doctors and ask about my weight. Being told again and again that i need to eat, i ignore them. 

I hurriedly walk into school, grabbing my books from my locker and rushing to class. I sit i my seat at the back and put my book on the desk. Already a pen is thrown at my head and a vulgar word is spat my way. 

I try my best to ignore the laughter and teasing. I just start to do my work. Just then a new boy walks in. I at first refuse to lock eyes with my new enemy, but decide that i will have to face them either way. I looked up.

A boy with chocolate brown eyes and chestnut brown hair, tanned skin, slightly chapped pink lips was standing at the front of the class. His clothes consisted of a black shirt with 'yeezus' and a few other things on it, black skinneys and black converse. A black backpack hanging on one shoulder. 

"Class, this is Daniel Howell. He will be joining our class to-" The tall boy interrupted him. "Dan." He corrected with anger in his voice, his jaw clearly clenched with frustration. Everything about him just seemed to make me want to know him more. 

"Sorry Dan. Well, welcome and please take a seat at the back. Beside Lester." I listened to the class chuckled and some of them fake gag. "Eww, no sir. Don't make the pretty boy sit beside the fag! He'll catch something." A boy pointed out. I slumped in my seat keeping my head down. 

"The only thing i'll catch is something from your mum." Dan responded. The class erupted with laughter. "Excuse me?" The boy responded. 

"You heard me." Dan walked over to sit by me. I looked up at him. "Than-" I was whispering a thank you when he interrupted me. "What ever." He didn't look at me. He probably stuck up for me for the hilarity of it.