Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

twenty two

I AM SO SICK OF THIS BOOK IM SORRY FFS I JUST WANT TO FINISH IT I HAVE SO MANY OTHER FICS I WANT TO WRITE GODDAMN THE START OF THIS IS SO TERRIBLY WRITTEN HELP .... sorry I needed to get that off my chest

{also, i am SO SO SO SO SO SORRY for not updating in forever i have been really really busy bc iI had my birthday and then i went to Spain and i have a drama exam next week and ive had other exams too IM REALLY SORRY I WILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE FREQUENTLY}

I look at Dan with wide eyes and a panicked face.

He looks back at me, confused, and I remember that I never told Dan that my mum doesn't know about him.

'Hide!' I mouth to him, pushing him up the stairs. He still looks confused, but complies anyway.

"Hi," she says, walking into the room and giving me a fake smile, "How have you been?"

"Alright, I suppose," I reply, awkwardly.

"Great. Well, I have to go and-" she starts, but is quickly interrupted by a crash from upstairs.

"Philip, what was that?" she asks, her voice raising a little.

"I- um... It was nothing..." I mumble, internally panicking.

"That didn't sound like nothing to me," she says, sternly, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Okay, look. I was going to tell you before you came back, but then you came early and I just-"

"Just spit it out," she sighs, crossing her arms.

"His name is Dan and I found him in an alley, alone and with nowhere to go," I give in, looking down at my feet, "Something else happened to him, but he's quite shy and I haven't quite got there yet... Please don't shout or anything... I'm sorry."

"I'll talk to you about this later. Now, get the poor boy down here."

"Thank you..." I look up, smiling a little. She nods back at me and I walk over to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, Dan?" I shout, "You can come down!"

A few seconds later, I hear him slowly walk down the stairs and I look up to see his nervous face staring back at me.

"My mums all fine with it, don't worry," I smile, motioning him to come further down.

"Actually, not really," my mum says, sounding quite stressed.

"W-What?" I ask, turning to her.

"I'm not okay with it. Not yet."

"B-But -"

"No 'buts', young man. I want to talk to this guy," she says, looking at me, sternly.

I sigh in defeat; there's no point in arguing with my mum. "I'm sorry, Dan...." I look up, to see his face, even more nervous than before. He walks all the way down the stairs and then past me, into the living room.

Just as my mum's about to follow him, I tap on her shoulder and say, "Please be nice to him? He's been through a lot..."

"Like what, Phil?" she says, slightly annoyed, "If he's going to be staying in my home, then I deserve the right to know!"

"I... Um," I stutter, struggling for an answer, "I s-still don't know... I haven't got that far..."

"Then I'm sorry Phil, but I'm going to have to talk to him."

I sigh and nod, walking into the living room. I really hope Dan's okay.

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"Phil? Dan's going to be staying with us for a little while, okay?" my mum says, quietly.

I stand up, "Thank you so much, mum."

She looks at me sympathetically, "Don't push him into anything, okay? Don't make him tell you anything if he doesn't want to."

I look at her, confused, for a moment; she never says stuff like that...

"He's gone upstairs to your room, okay?"

"O-okay..."