prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.
you all so so much for your consistent patience with this. College work (and a
hell of a lot of it) has unfortunately become my priority right now what with
university just around the corner and subsequently I haven’t updated it nearly
as regularly as I would have liked to, but you guys have been so supportive and
understanding and I really cannot thank you enough for that. I’ve missed this
and I’ve missed you. Here’s to more regular updates in the future <3
I’m sorry if this seems a lil wooden I haven’t written this in literal months
so it might take a while for me to adjust to the story and the prose again so
pls bear with me)
emo words over let’s fuckin DO this cue emo dan and a Lot of tension and also
dishonesty because phil’s a fucking idiot
warnings; mentions of violence, smoking
Phil’s been on edge all week.
He can’t remember the last time he relaxed.
Every day, every hour right
from the second his eyes flutter open to the sound of his morning alarm, is
spent with a thudding heart and searching eyes. Even when he’s sleeping he’s tense – his dreams have
spiralled into a whirlwind of almost nightmares,
technicolour episodes crashing into the other in colourful sparks and bursts
that end in cold sweats and aching muscles and whisperings from the boy only
centimetres away from him. And it’s stupid because Phil should be the one
comforting him after a bad night (and
he still tries his best nonetheless), but he can’t deny there’s nothing quite
like the feeling of Dan’s gentle lips on his forehead at four a.m., the sound
of his voice whispering reassurances with his arms draped over Phil’s waist
like a protective shield.
He hasn’t seen Liam since he
grabbed at any excuse and all but ran
out of Noah’s room upon his discovery that no, Phil doesn’t still have a tag,
and he’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.
And yeah, it was a very stupid
move to dodge the bullet in the way he did, to fling himself out of the
situation without even stopping to at least
try and explain himself, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t think he can
face sitting through another one of Liam’s explosions without crying or running
for cover, and he just can’t look that evil glint in the eye. Not since he saw
the very same one glittering menacingly when Liam looked at Dan, the daggering
stare boring into the other boy. The image is still printed deep in Phil’s
mind, resurfacing during the darkest part of the night.
That’s cowardly. Phil doesn’t
“Are you sure you-“
“Phil,” Dan sighs. “For the
final time, I’m fine.”
“Honestly,” he insists, brown
eyes shining. He’s trying, with one hand, to unwrap the chocolate bar Phil had
insisted upon him. “It was just a bump, that’s all. The paths were really icy
“Why didn’t you tell me
sooner?” Phil sighs, tapping Dan’s bandage patch delicately. It sits just under