Daniel Howell Imagines

Withdrawals

A/N: so this one is going to touch on depression as well as taking antidepressants. I decided to do this because I take antidepressants as well as antipsychotics for sleep. And I've forgotten my meds a few times so (DON'T FORGET YOUR FUCKING MEDS OMG)

Request: Hey I was wondering if I could have a Dan X reader. Like where reader goes to visit Dan her boyfriend and Phil to make videos with them. But reader forgets meds for either her depression or extreme social anxiety. But since she lives in Ireland she can't get a refill or new prescription. And like she goes through withdrawals (which sucks! Never forget your meds!). Just a whole lot of angst. If you don't want to write this, that's totally fine. I understand. Love you!!❤❤

(Honestly I relate to this so much)

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Genre: angst with fluff

Word Count: 776 words.

Your P.O.V

I woke, the sun shining through a small open part of the closed curtains, my loving boyfriend who I don't get to see very often, laid close to my body, his arms wrapped around me as slight snores came out of his mouth. 'I could stay like this forever' I thought to myself, as I lay there watching him sleep for a little while.

I untangled myself from Dan's embrace, to get up to take my medication. Goddamn morning medication. I walk over to my suitcase to get it out, when I see that my prescription has run out.

'Wait, my prescription has run out?!' I panicked to myself. 'Did i really forget to fucking renew it?'

I paced around Dan's bedroom, panicked, thinking about what I could do in terms of medication. I mean, I can't just go to Dan's doctor and get some, that'll be hella expensive and they won't just give it to me. It looks like my only option will be to wait till I get home, and that's in two weeks.

My panicked pacing must've woken Dan up, because as I continued to pace around his bedroom, he was asking me if I was okay. The answer to that? No

"I forgot to refill my antidepressants prescription..." I answered, feeling more panicked the more I thought about it. What was I gonna do? The withdrawals are totally gonna kick my ass. Dan gave me a sympathetic look, he totally knew how I was feeling, and he knew exactly what was going to happen to me too.

"Oh dear..." He just said as he walked up to me and embraced me tightly, knowing full well that I needed it, but this was only the beginning, things were going to get a lot worse from here.

And things indeed did.

It was about later, and I had spent a majority of time in the toilet, feeling nauseous and being sick. As well as sweating profusely, shaking profusely, and shuddering vision. All of these withdrawals were also getting my mood down, not helping the depression the resides in the back of my head.

Thoughts of just wanting this whole ordeal to be over wasn't good for the progress I had made on my mental health since taking the drugs. My sleeps were interrupted by broken sleeps and restless movements, hot and cold flushes; and I'm sure Dan wasn't enjoying it as much as I was, but he had been here before, and he knew exactly how to make me feel better, kinda.

"How are you feeling today?" Dan asked me, as we still layed in bed, his hand stroking my cheek, calming me down slightly from the withdrawals i was having (but only very slightly)

"I want to die, I hate these withdrawals. I can't believe I forgot to refill my prescription." I whispered, letting a few tears fall from my eyes. It was really frustrating having your little 'holiday' and spending time with your boyfriend interrupted like this. "I was also supposed to make videos with you and Phil and I can't because I feel like utter shit" I continued, crying into Dan's chest as he just held me and let me cry, sweat and shake all over him.

"Don't worry about the videos babe, I just want you to be okay, that's what's most important right now, making sure you're going to be okay." He whispered reassuringly.

And, even though I was going through these horrendous withdrawals, I had Dan with me, making sure I was going to be okay, even though I wasn't really okay; but that's okay, because he made me feel slightly better about everything that was going on, with my withdrawals.