addicted (phan)

Together

TWELVE

The tour was coming to an end. They were celebrating at a venue, tons of other artists partying with them. Phil socialized with other musicians, Dan coming up behind him and snaking an arm around his waist. He nuzzled his neck and Phil giggled, apologizing to his new friends for the PDA.

"Hi honey," Dan murmured.

"Drunk already?" Phil asked, turning around and smirking at him. Dan shook his head.

"Nah, you know I dont like to do that stuff anymore."

Phil froze, remembering was Miles told him when they all first properly met: "He calls everybody that when he's drunk. If he ever calls you that when he's sober, then it means something." He instantly blushed.

The band had been clean from drugs for quite awhile, and Phil was proud with finally feeling like himself again. Dan and Phil still weren't out yet, but they were a thing- just quietly a thing. Max and him never really talked again after the break up, and though he always crossed Phil's mind at least once a day, he constantly remind himself of one thing: you can't fix everything.

And shit, did that saying really smack the fuck out of him when Justin, the ex-lead singer of Addicted waltzed in and called them over.

"Justin?" All three of them said, not including Phil.

"What are you doing here?" Dan stepped forward, putting a hand on Phil's back.

"I havent seen you guys in forever! I wanted to stop by and say hello, and talk about maybe rejoining. Now that the tour is over, maybe I could-"

"You can't just-" Miles began, but Cassidy regained herself and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Justin, we've already got a new singer. You can't ditch us then try and come back. Not now especially."

"New singer, you said? Where? I dont see one."

"Right in front of you, douchebag." Dan growled, helping Phil step forward a bit. "Did you miss the entire fucking tour? He's been here the whole time."

"I'm Phil." He sheepishly offered, extending his hand, his old awkward self creeping in.

Justin simply eyed him. "Right," he ignored his hand, pushing past him to move closer to the original band. "He wouldn't be hard to replace, we could just-"

"There is no we, Justin. You made an oath and broke it for the stupidest reason. Our hair fell out from stress over trying to find someone to replace you. How dare you?" Miles glared.

"Who's ready for Addicted!"

They heard it all over the intercom, indicating it was nearly their time to come out and perform for the party.

"Why don't we just skip this? It's just a party, I've got some weed in my car-"

"We're not like that anymore." Dan sneered.

"What, are you guys a bunch of softies now?" Justin scoffed. "We're a rock band! It's rock and roll, not rock and dull. Shit."

"You're not even in the band, shithead. Get out before I call security," Miles said.

"Fine," Justin exhaled, raising his hands up in defeat. "But if you decide to be the fun people I used to know, here's a stash."

He left after he slipped a ziplock bag of cocaine into Dan's pocket. Phil looked at him, opening his mouth to say something, like maybe he should throw it away now, but Dan announced they should go perform.

The band got on before him, the crowd going wild as they tuned their instruments.

♪

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Phil growled as soon as they were in their hotel room. Cassidy and Miles had went out, leaving the two boys alone. "Just because I forgave you, doesn't mean you get to keep doing it. You nearly died last time."

"Phil-"

"This is dangerous. Weed, whatever, but coke-"

"Phil, you fucking shithead, I threw it away. I swear you yell like a Hispanic mother. What are you gonna do next, sock me out with your chancla?"

Phil's cheeks heated up, giggling a bit. "Oh. I'm sorry, I just-"

"Worry about me," Dan finished, face softening as he sat on the edge of the bed next to Phil. "I know. i know you do and I know everybody does. But I'm getting better, so I need you to trust me."

Phil nodded. Dan pressed a kiss to the top of his head. They sat in silence for a bit, breathing each other in as Phil leaned on Dan's shoulder.

"Was Justin always like that?" Phil broke the silence. "I mean, he was in a band with you guys and now it's like all of you hate him." Dan leaned back and Phil copied him, both of them looking up at the ceiling.

Dan huffed before replying. "Justin was like us. We were all pretty normal  teenagers without drugs. But when we did get into that side of the world, Justin was the first to kind of lose his morals. Rather than saying a band is about music, he wanted to focus it around partying and breaking the law and doing drugs. Which sure, that's fun, but that sure as hell was not what Addicted meant to me- you know that story," he breathed, taking Phil's hand. "I dont know, I guess he became a different person- but I dont think he'll ever change. Besides, we don't need him anymore. We've got you."

Phil giggled, kissing his neck.

"Mm, be careful- don't start something you won't finish-"

"Who said I wouldnt finish it?" Phil teased, giggling again as he straddled Dan and kissed him harder. It got more heated and soon their shirts were off, mouthing at each other passionately. They didn't hear their lock click and the door open, Cassidy and Miles walking in.

"Holy fuck." They both said, bursting out laughing. The couple jumped apart, faces red.

"I fucking knew it! I knew it!" Miles yelled.

There was a knock and Cassidy opened it to one of the hotel workers. "I've got a complaint about the noise so if you-" he then noticed the shirtless boys, freezing.

"What, d'you wanna join in?" Dan teased.

The worker simply cleared his throat, quickly walking away. Cassidy shut the door and they all burst out laughing, having a movie night in the boys' room.

Now that they were official, Dan mentally noted that he'd soon come out to their fanbase whether Zach liked it or not. For once, he had someone that treated him for more than he was, and he was definitely going to be openly proud of that.

He looked down at Phil who had fallen asleep in his lap, being reminded of the first time he did that. He smiled to himself, telling himself he'd be a better person from now on and adore Phil as much as he could.

And while Phil slept, he felt loved. He had a friend group, a boyfriend, money, and more- and he loved the feeling.

He was addicted to it.

fin