Adopted By Phan

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*TRIGGER WARNING IN THE FIRST FEW PARAGRAPHS SORRY*

Dan POV

I woke up to the familiar smell of burnt toast, Phil must be making breakfast. I stood up out of bed and pulled on some trackies, leaving myself topless. I quickly jog downstairs to the shower and wash myself, before slipping the clothes back on. Pulling out some shaving cream I notice the razor is broken, and the razors are simply lying on the side. My eyes flickered between the razor and my wrist, and before I knew it I was pressing the blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood leaked from the cut, yet I still felt no pain. Hearing Phil call my name I drop the razor immediately, and wash away the remaining blood in the sink and on my arm. Grabbing a tee and a hoodie I jog to the lounge, skipping breakfast as per usual. I join Phil on the sofa, and wrap my arms around his waist, lying my head down on his lap.

"You okay, Dan?"

"Mm." I mumble back, feeling incredibly guilty about what I had just done.

"What does 'Mm' mean?" He asked sweetly, brushing the hair off my face. I felt my lip tremble and I buried my face into Phil's hoodie.

"Hey hey, what's wrong?" He asked, pulling me up to sit opposite him.

"I-I don't know w-why I- d-d-did it-t." I stuttered through my tears. Without any hesitation Phil took my wrists in his hands.

"Dan, what have you done?" He said softly, but in an assertive tone.

Phil POV

"Dan what have you done?" I said firmly.

"I d-d-didn't mean t-to." As soon as he said this I knew what he'd done. I placed a kiss on his forehead and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a few cuts on right forearm. I sighed internally.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He croaked out.

"Everything will be okay, Dan." I said soothingly. I felt his grip tighten around my waist.

"Cry all you want, Dan. I've got you." I said. A few moments after this he burst into tears, and for a reason that was unknown. For Dan to cry like this something major must be happening, he hardly cries, I'm always the one to weep in his arms. After he had calmed down I made some lunch and we relaxed for the whole afternoon watching Breaking Bad. Skipping dinner due to lack of sleep, Dan went off to bed around nine o'clock.

Dan POV

I feel really bad for putting all of this on Phil, I didn't expect him to help me this much. Hearing our alarm sound at eleven am I turned over in bed to see a Phil slightly snoring beside me. I smiled, to myself, today is going to be a good day.

"Philly?" I whispered, booping his nose.

"What, Dan?" He groaned.

"Can we go out for breakfast?" I grinned.

"You mean, you actually want to go outside?" He giggled, pretending to be shocked.

"Yep! Let's go to Starbucks." I say, getting up and opening the curtains and window, letting fresh air into the room. I turn around and see Phil with his face still buried into the pillow.

"Phil, get up!" I command, jumping onto him as he groans out in pain.

"Alright alright, I'm coming." He replies, turning onto his back so our eyes meet.

"I'm proud of you, Dan. You know that, right?" He smiles. I smile back, and lean into his chest and he strokes my hair lovingly.

"Come on then." He grumbles, getting up and slipping on a pair of jeans.