Trigger Warning: A Phanfic

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Phil's POV-
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, lightly brushing my fingers over the purple spots Dan had left on my collar bones and neck. Dan stood behind me in the shower. I could see him through the reflection of the mirror, washing his hair.

"It looks like I've been beaten!" I said to him.

"It's not as bad as you think." Dan said.

"Not that bad? Dan, I've got 5 hickeys!"

The bruises ran from the middle of my neck to just a little bit below the collar bone. The lowest ones seemed to be the least noticeable, inevitably making the easiest ones to see the worst. Fortunately I had nothing to do that day.

"You like them," Dan giggled, poking his head from the shower glass. I ignored him and began to fix my hair.

"Could you please get me the shampoo?" Dan asked.

I stopped what I was doing and found the newest bottle of shampoo that we had. I turned to hand it to him, feeling my face flush as my eyes found his naked body. I quickly turned around, embarrassed by my reaction.

"Like what you saw hunny?" Dan giggled.

~

"Are you hungry, Phil?" Dan asked me. We were sitting in the lounge, both sitting on the floor and playing an intense round of Mario Kart together. I bit my lip as my character zipped past the others.

"Phil?" My name was repeated again.

"Shut up! I need focus!" I replied, turning my attention back to the screen. I was in 2nd place now, the only player ahead of me being Dan. I looked over at him for a split second, his face seeming full of joy. I took my chance and pushed his arm, causing him to drop his controller. His character fell behind and mine whizzed past him, right into first place.

"Phil!" Dan scoffed. "You bitch ass."

"At least I'm not a sore loser!" I cheekily smiled at him.

"Sore loser? You fuckin pushed me over! How is that not being a sore loser? What the fuck!" Dan's voice became high as he laughed. "So...lunch?"

"I-uh.." I tried to think of an excuse as to why I wasn't wanting anything. Before I could answer Dan was shouting out names of foods that he could cook for us. I watched him, he looked as if he were on the biggest mission of his life, figuring out what Phil wants to eat for lunch.

As the list got longer and longer I began to get frustrated.

Stop. Talking. About. Food.

Shut up for one goddamn second.

Please.

"I'm nauseous!" I said, realizing that I had yelled out at Dan rather loudly. He raised his eyebrows, looking confused and concerned all at the same time. I scratched at my wrists, anxious as to what Dan might say. Would he question my outburst? Question my eating habits? Ask to do a body check?

"Are you okay? What's going on?" Dan asked. He got closer to me and took my hands into his. I think he had noticed me scratching at myself. He turned my wrists over, pulling my sleeves up. The scars were scabbing, puffy from where I had been itching.

"It was just- natural reaction.." I pleaded with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling sick." I said to Dan.

"You seem nervous," Dan said, his voice showing that he was suspicious of my actions.

"I just- I felt bad for yelling."

The next thing I knew was that I was being pulled into a hug. Dan caressed my head in the palm of my hand. His body felt warm against mine, I could smell the fresh scent of his cologne. I smiled.

"Could I just have an apple?" I asked when Dan pulled away from me.

"Of course!" He kissed the temple of my forehead before turning away and heading towards the kitchen. I walked towards the bedroom, laying down on the bed. I wondered what would happen if Dan were ever to figure out I wasn't eating. Would he react the same way that he had when he found my razor blades?