We'll meet again-phan

11- Dans Pov

Smut warning
I stood awkwardly in the corner of the bar, Jocie said she wanted to go home so Phil took her and when he came back went immediately to the drinks. Phil doesn't drink much, he doesn't like who he becomes. I don't  drink much either, I did a lot when I was younger which I instantly regret. Phil drunk is what I can only describe as a small, sensitive baby. While usually he is quite quirky and outgoing, with a small panic attack now and then. Phil tells me when I'm drunk I'm a wild party animal, which might be why I don't drink much. I watched Phil stumble towards me making me abandon my drink and catch him in my arms "Jesus, how much have your drunk?" He hiccuped and slid out of my arms, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the wall "I ask the questions here, Howell" I stare at him as he smirks. For all the years of knowing this man, I've never seen him act like this and I was really wondering how much he has drunk "P...Phil?" He covers my mouth shushing me and unbuttons my shirt with one hand, I learnt a few years back that Phil's pretty good at doing things with one hand "what are you doing? This isn't you" he told me to shut up and he had fully unbuttoned my shirt, giving me wet kisses along my jawline. He was dominant, in charge, hungry and horny. In his eyes was only lust, going to prove to me and everyone what's his. I held back a moan, watching him continue his kisses down my sensitive neck (in which he knows is my most sensitive area) and stopping at the neck, knowing it's the most sensitive he stays there sucking, kissing and biting any area he can get his mouth on. He tuts in my ear "you've been a naughty boy, leaving me to go fight in a war. I think that deserves a punishment" I didn't even try to stop the blush forming on my cheeks but I did have a bit of self control left "Phil, no. This isn't you at all" he grabs my neck, tightening his grip around it making me gasp for air "are you saying no to me?" This Phil is far different from regular drunk Phil, where he would be oversensitive and paranoid, cutely reminding me of how much he loves me and I admire how damn cute he is this Phil is a hungry animal, dominant and in control, it's actually really fucking hot but he's wasted. I can't take advantage of him in this state, I won't. He needs me, he needs me to take him home and care for him. I struggle under his hold on me "awww, look at that. Your trying to get away, I won't let you go that easily my little bear" while this version of my husband is sexy and hot as fuck, and I so desperately want to give in and let him take me to hell and back, I know I have to take care of him. Luckily, I'm stronger and there have been several occasions where I have beat Phil in a physical fight. I kick him with my kneecap making him get off and bend down in pain and I take this opportunity to pin him to the wall "trust me, I didn't want to do that but you didn't listen to me. We're going home, Phil" I would never in my life ever want to hurt Phil, but he forced me to take drastic measures. I could tell he was becoming a little sober but still drunk enough and he changed right before my eyes from dominant Phil to the drunk Phil I'm used to. He collapsed into my arms, whining cutely "but I love you Daniellllll" he whined, drawing out the 'l' in my name. I giggle at his cuteness, kissing his forehead.

I managed to get him to the car safely and strap him in, all while shirtless. The drive home was quite, with Phil whining drunkly here and there "Dannnn?" I dart my eyes over to the drunk man, slouching in the car seat "yes?" He got up, wincing in pain which struck fear into my heart. He's hurt? How? When? Why? "Why did you marry me?" I looked at him with my eyes, trying to concentrate on the road "because I love you, your my world Phil" nobody in this entire universe could make me as happy as Phil makes me, he was there when nobody else was. He brought light into my dark life, when I was so close to ending it all he came and saved me. I'll protect him forever "I love you too Dannnn" I smile at him, noticing him wincing in pain again making me wonder if he's ok "are you hurt?" He giggled drunkly and confessed that he got beaten up by one of the guys at the bar, he didn't seem to care but I did. I tightened my grip around the wheel angrily, wanting to go back and beat that guy up for touching my husband but I thought better if it. Phil, in this moment, needs me to be there for him. He's said in the past that he likes it when I stand up for him because it makes him feel safe and I've admitted that I like beating up someone's ass to protect him. There was one time Jocie came back from school in floods of tears because she was bullied and Phil literally had to pull me back from going to school and beating up some kids. I pulled up on our driveway and helped Phil into the house, luckily Joce was asleep and didn't hear us come in "there you are!" I smiled at Louise as I helped Phil into the house "and I see you had a bit of fun?" I glared at her as she chuckled and asked her to go to the bathroom and get some cream and a bandage which she did with no questions asked. I helped Phil to the couch, holding him protectively as he fell asleep "what the hell happened?" I took the stuff and unbuttoned Phil's shirt as I spoke "Phil is drunk and got beaten up" once I got off his shirt my heart physically stopped as I gasp at the giant bruise on his side, taking up half his torso. Louise ran and sat on the other side of Phil, stroking his hair back motherly "when I find that guy he won't see the light of day" I pour some cream on my palm and slowly rub it on his injury, being careful not to wake him "doesn't he need a hospital? That's an unusually large bruise" I examined the bruise, rubbing the cream over it sighing. Mum is a doctor so she taught me when I was young everything about medical shit, hoping I'd go into medical school. When I followed my dad's footsteps she wasn't disappointed just thought she wasted all that teaching, luckily she didn't as I can now identify if somethings broken or not "it doesn't look like anything severe, thank god" I continued rubbing the cream on the bruise, thanking the heavens it's not a broken bone. Once I was finished, I carefully wrapped the bandage around his torso "how drunk was he?" I finish wrapping the bandage around him, sighing and going to put the medical kit away. We always keep a medical kit in the bathroom in case of emergencies and it's proven useful in many situations "drunker than I've ever seen him, made a pass at me" I came back and sat next to Phil, stroking his cheek "he what? God, I knew he was stressed but not that stressed!"

I look up at her, seeing her stroke Phil's black hair sighing "'stressed'?" Louise nodded, looking at me smiling sadly "he was so stressed for so long without you, when he got the news you were missing Jocie called me almost every night telling me to come over because he was having a panic attack. Phil learned to to deal with his anxiety unhealthily and wouldn't listen to anyone. He called me the other night telling me that now your back his anxiety is coming back and worse and he's really stressed about messing up and losing you again" I look down at him and hug him gently, on the verge of tears "that explains why he was so drunk, he was trying to drown out the stress" Louise nodded in agreement, taking his hand sweetly. She stayed for about 10 more minutes before I told her she could leave, thanking her again for her help