Dan and Phil Imagines

Dan Imagine

Here's what they didn't know. They didn't know that you stayed up with him countless times trying to distract him. They didn't know that he ever struggled with oxy; let alone that he relapsed. They didn't know that he found some in his car after a two year sobriety. They didn't know he threw it out. They didn't know that he dug through the trash about an hour later.
Being in love with a drug addict is a death sentence.

It was one in the morning when you got his text.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"Are you awake?"

"...yes?"

"I'm a fuck up. I fucked up."

"What? Why? Baby, no you're not."

"I fell off the wagon today."

Then he told you, he told you how he dug through the trash and how he woke up with a bloody nose. He told you that he saw Phil and he was livid that he was using again.

You cried as you read each word. He hated himself for it; and, frankly, so did you.

He went into details which are much too private, and too painful, to repeat.
He snorted them. Which explained the bloody nose, it was basically his body telling him to "fuck off. I can't do this anymore," but he didn't listen.

So you sat on his bedroom floor as he dazed in and out. He was a bit drooly and distant and missed whole conversations. But you stayed.

He was really mean when he was high. He was very eratic and his tongue was deadly. But you listened and sat there just watching him. You cleaned off the blood that fell on to his shirt and his pillows.

Oxy made him sleepy more than anything so he just shut his eyes to sleep and opened his eyes to cry. It was an endless cycle and somehow you always found yourself here.

Once he was fully asleep, you laid in bed with him. You held his head tightly to your chest and brushed back his hair. Tears formed in your eyes as you watched the man that you love so deeply destroy himself.

You didn't fall asleep. You went through everything he had to find any of his pills; you took them and flushed them down the toliet.

You kissed his lips softly, as you didn't want to wake him and left a note on his nightstand.

He'd just have to understand.

You looked back at your sleepy addict. Help would be here in the morning. You wiped your eyes and walked quietly out the door, for once, thinking of yourself.