Dan's POV
Idiot!
How could you leave your guard down like that!
He saw!
Granted, only a few, but he SAW!
I paced around my room, wringing my hands and cracking my fingers.
A nervous habit.
Realising what I was doing, I stopped moving and sat down, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing.
I couldn't have a panic attack here.
Slowly, my heart beat slowed and my head stopped spinning.
Time for bed.
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I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I was fully dressed and the curtains were open.
My phone said 5am.
My head pounded and a fog like feeling descended on me.
I didn't take my tablets last night.
Slowly, I made my way into my bathroom and opened the cupboard to find the pack of pills. I swallowed two and returned to my bed, trying to get more sleep.
Of course, that plan was born to fail.
At 6am, I gave up on my quest for unconsciousness, and wandered out into the lounge. I switched the TV on and sat on the sofa, hugging my knees. I didn't care what was on, I just needed something to distract me until the antidepressants took effect.
"Dan?"
I looked up to see Phil in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"Dan, are you okay?"
My heart thumped. "Y-yeh? Why?"
"You're watching sports."
"Oh."
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanfictionDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
