Dan-
My hands were actually shaking, this wasn't like me at all. Phil was being hostile, and rightly so. He still hasn't asked how he got here and I really hope he never does, but I doubt that'll last long.
I keep trying to look up and maintain some speck of dignity, but when I look up at him all I can think is that I could have stopped the bruises and blood he's covered in now and I was too proud to.
Phil hadn't spoken yet, I guess he was as taken aback by my demeanor as I was.
After a much too long silence he asked: "Dan... What happened?"
What does he mean? Does he not remember to scene in the parking lot?
"You-you got beat up."I say, a bit confused.
"No shit. I mean how am I here. Oh, and where is here?"
I hesitate, this is what I was dreading he would ask....
"Well, you were bleeding pretty bad. And... This is my house." I answer, trying desperately to skip over the fact that I carried him, but it's not hard to put together.
"But, I don't remember coming here..." He says, looking down confused.
"I'm pretty sure you were blacked out for a while." I said, bracing myself against the next question.
"Then how'd I get in here?"
"I drove you here. I-I carried you in." I say, trying to make it sound unimportant.
"You carried me here...?" Phil repeated, looking perplexed. "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" I said, incredulous "You were bleeding in a parking lot."
Phil looked at me and got this cocky grin on his face.
"Careful, Dan." He said smiling "Your human is showing.
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If I Knew Then (Phan)
Fanfiction**Trigger Warning: Self Harm, Abuse, Alcoholism** Dan Howell and Phil Lester never got along. Mostly because Dan took out his horrid home life on the people at school and Phil happened to be an easy target. But when things take a turn fo...
