Basorexia || Phan

15

"S-scared of losing y-you." Dan said looking up at the white ceiling. Phil looked down at Dan with sad eyes. "What do you mean?" He said squeezing his hand.

"You p-probably d-don't even l-like me." Dan said feeling tears roll down his cheek.

"Of course I do! If I didn't, then I wouldn't be with you. But I am here, and I won't ever leave you. I promise." Phil said feeling his eyes start to burn. Dan smiled and hugged Phil.

Phil hugged back, and they laid there in each other's arms for a few minutes. Dan let go and got up from the bed. He walked over to his wardrobe and picked out sweatpants, a jumper, underwear.

"I'm g-gonna shower." Dan said leaving Phil alone in the room. Phil sighed, and pushed his hair back. He picked up his phone and texted his mother.

Phil: I'm gonna spend the night at Dan's, I found him. I'll be home by dinner tomorrow.

He put down his phone, and rolled over to the other side of the bed. He saw Dan's little llama sitting on his bed side table. He smiled, and found it adorable that Dan still has it.

Minutes passed, and Dan walked in the room with Phil's sweater and sweatpants. He rubbed his dark brown eyes and yawned, plopping onto his bed.

Phil scooted over a bit so Dan could lay down. He got under his covers and looked over at Phil.

"Want me to spend the night?" Phil said, propping up his arm, and resting his head on his hand.

Dan nodded, and snuggled close to Phil's warm body. "You're so cute, y'know that?" Phil whispered into Dan's ear, kissing him softly on his cheek.

Dan smiled, and a blush flustered upon his cheeks. His head was planted in the crook of Phil's neck. Phil had his arms wrapped around Dan's small waist.

They both laid in silence in each other's arms. They didn't want to ruin the moment by saying anything that might make the other upset or angry.

Minutes passed, and Dan's eyes began to close. Phil noticed, and whispered "Sleep well, princess."

Dan was sound asleep, and Phil was left wide awake holding his boyfriend.

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⚠️⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING BLOOD, ABUSE, DRUG/ALCOHOL ABUSE WILL BE MENTIONED IN THIS PART OF THE CHAPTER!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

DAN'S P.O.V

I stood silently, in front of a mirror. Everything seemed different.

Bruises all over my body, scars, wounds, blood, I could name anything.

I continued to look into the mirror in front of me, examining my body. The floor I stood on felt cold, and the walls were full of mold, and were brown. Crimson red blood fell under me, and filled the white tiled floor.

I looked over to the door on my left, and the smell of alcohol and weed filled my nose. I left the room I was in, and examined the new room.

The walls were bright blue, and there was a green little dinosaur sitting on the edge of a bed. Toys were scattered around the room.

I recognized the room, but couldn't quite put my finger on it yet. I walked out of the room, and downstairs.

A grey, dirty rocking chair was the first thing that came to sight. Putting my hand on the railing, I take a few more steps down.

A man, with his body facing the television screen was holding a Can of beer in his hand.

He snapped his head back at me, and chuckled. I stepped back, tripping over a beer bottle. I shook my head, and ran up the stairs.