After laying on the bed for a little while, Dan turns over to look at me.

"P-Phil... We need to... We need to talk."

"We do?" I ask, a little confused.

"Phil... C-Could you - um - h-help me?" he stutters, tears coming to his eyes.

"Yeah, of course!" I reply smiling, brightly, attempting to cheer him up.

"It's just... I - I was wondering if you would," he pauses, taking in a breath, "would help me to overcome my - my d-depression..."

I sit up suddenly and look at him. "M-Me? But I don't know if I-"

"Hey... D-Don't worry I just mean, like, cheering m-me up when I feel down and j-just... stuff you b-basically already do," he attempts a smile.

I smile back and caress his cheek with my hand. "Sure, okay then."

He looks back at me and tears start to form in his eyes. I look at him with a panicked expression, "D-Dan? Why are you crying? Please don't cry!"

I move closer to him, trying to wipe away the tears, but they just keep coming.

"I-It's just... What am I g-going to... to do w-when your parents come b-back Phil?" he stutters, "I can't s-stay here forever".

"Hey, hey, don't worry about that. I'll sort it out," I reply, ruffling his hair.

"Hey!" he laughs, a wide smile on his face. I smile even more when I see that he's happy; truly happy.

"So," I say, seriously, "What kind of things are you struggling with?"

"I-I...Uhh." His face morphs back into the sad and pained expression, from earlier.

"O-Okay, wait," I rub my hand down his arm, "Let's try it this way... Do you ever have suicidal thoughts?" I get quite bad anxiety (which I often hide very well), so asking him these kind of things makes me very nervous.

"Y-Yeah... I, uh, I do," he mumbles.

I smile, meekly, and pull him into a hug. "P-please don't do that," he whispers.

"Do what?" I ask, a little confused.

"Give me sympathy," he pauses and his voice drops back to a whisper, "I hate it."

"I'm sorry... I-" I'm interrupted by the sound of my phone, next to me, "Sorry, one second."

I take then phone into my hands and open the notification:

%$@#!: don't pretend like you didn't see the text. i know people; i have eyes everywhere.

My eyes widen and I quickly put my phone into my pocket.

"W-What was that?" Dan asks.

"I- just- nothing..."

As I look into Dan's eyes, again, I'm suddenly overcome with this horrible feeling. What would happen if I lost Dan? What would I do if he got hurt again?

I slowly lean in and place my lips onto his, my hand cupping the side of his face. He begins to deepen the kiss and I respond by pushing him back onto the bed; so I can be in control. We carry on kissing and I place my hands on his hips - not because I was planning for this to go anywhere - just for stabilisation. But, as soon as I place my hands down, he flinches away and pushes me off.

He looks at me, afraid and stutters out, "I-I'm sorry... I just... I can't. It will all m-make sense at a-another time but f-for now..."

"It's okay." I smile.