The day I met you. (Phan Smut)

I need to feel something.

A/N uhm is this fic getting like worse, are you even liking this? cause literally the first chapter has like 200+ reads and the latest has like 25... please guys it's really making me wanna quit writing.. but yeah this story will be done in a few chapters anyways... but enjoy this!

WARNINGS: smut, boyxboy, the most disturbing ship ever, selfharm, alcoholism, violence, mentions of suicide

*Dan's POV*

Darkness.

I could feel someones fingers down my throat.

Gagging.

Darkness.

''Don't fucking touch him!'' I heard someone scream, the voice was weirdly familiar, but I couldn't work it out.

I felt hands grabbing my shoulders and throw me against a wall, I couldn't open my eyes.

Sirens.

I just let the darkness take me again.

*Phil POV*

Fuck. I needed to help Dan. I started running towards the house and ran past his dad getting out of the car. ''Hey! Who the hell are you?'' I could hear him shouting after me, but I didn't care. I ran inside, ''DAN!'' I shouted, but heard nothing. I ran to the livingroom and saw the glass the flowers I gave to him were in mashed on the floor and blood around it. Fuck. I ran to the bathroom to find the door locked I banged it, ''DAN! DAN, FUCK! OPEN THE DOOR!'' There was nothing, but a smal drippling noise coming from inside. I jumped against the door few times and it smashed open. ''Dan!'' I cried out jumping to grab him and seeing the pills on the floor next to his bleeding hand. I needed the blur of tears go out of my eyes so I could focus on helping. I ripped my shirt off and wrapped it around his right arm and making somewhat knot on it. I lifted him up and above the toilet as I tossed my finger down his throat. Fuck his amazing blowing skills and not having a gag reflex. Anyways after a while of trying, I got him to throw up. ''Who the hell are you?!'' I heard someone shout behind me. Dan's dad. ''It doesn't matter. I'm helping your son.'' ''Are you one of his fag friends?'' I didn't reply and got a hard slap on my cheek. I fell down from Dan. ''Let the faggot die. He's just a disappoinment.'' His dad said picking Dan up. ''Don't fucking touch him!'' screamed as he grabbed Dan's shoulders and threw him against the wall. ''Get the fuck out of my house before you're gonna die too.'' He said turning to me. I jumped up and ran outside, tears falling from my eyes. I heard a siren. YES! Dan still had hope.

*jump a week (sorry)*

*Dan's POV*

''Thanks for letting me stay Chris.'' I mubled as Chris and I walked out of the hospital I had just been released from. I was supposed to go tot therapy for two months and I should get an apartment and stuff. But for the mid-time, I had no place to stay. No way I was going to live with my father. ''No problem Dan, just don't do anything stupid, right?'' I didn't answer as we stepped outside and I saw a familiar blackhaired boy standing infront of me. ''H-hey, Dan..'' ''Don't fucking talk to me.'' I said to him as I took Chris's hand and started running.

*next morning*

I sat on the bed of the guestroom in Chris' own flat. This was my room now. I had promised everyone not to cut and didn't wanna dissapoint them, tho the anxious feeling in my stomach was growing. There was a knock, I mumbled 'yeah' and Chris opened the door. ''Hey, uh, I thought you'd like to have some social contact. At least it would do good for you and yeah.'' He mumbled, looking down. ''Get to the point, Chris.'' ''Is it okay if I host a party, here, tonight.'' I thought about it for a second, ''Yeah, that'd be amazing.''