Together is enough // phanfiction

Part 16

Phil

A bit after midnight Phil was woken up by a shaking Dan. Phil slowly opened his eyes and saw Dan crying and sweating in his sleep. "Dan..." he whispered while shaking Dan's shoulders softly. "Dan... wake up..." he put his hand on Dan's cheek, which was wet from the tears. 

Dan's eyes opened and he shot up into the air out of panic, causing their heads to bump with force. Dan fell of the couch from the impact. Phil hissed, "ahhh fuck." feeling his nose starting to bleed. "Shit fuck that hurt." Dan said holding his forehead. Phil started to laugh, "Are you okay? You seemed to be having a nightmare." "Yeah well I'm up now." Dan said squeezing his eyes shut out of pain. 

Phil saw blood drops falling on the couch. "Shit shit shit." He stood up quickly and walked towards the kitchen. "You alright?" he heard Dan ask. He grabbed some paper towels and put them up to his nose, tilted his head back. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

Dan's hair was wet from sweating and his eyes red from crying. "You look like shit." Phil blurted out. Dan grinned, "Yeah you look like a really treasure right now." Both their clothes were wrinkly from sleeping in them and Phil's hair looked like a bird nest. 

Dan went through his hair with his hands, "I feel like I need a shower." "You look like it too." Phil said with a smirk. "Yeah yeah, I get it, I look hideous." No you don't, somehow you still look hot. For a second they just stood there looking at each other. Phil with paper towels shoved in his nose and Dan with a soaking wet t-shirt. 

"I'm just..." Dan pointed to the stairs, "gonna take a shower then." Phil nodded. "Can I ehm... stay here for the rest of the night?" Phil felt his cheeks turning red. Dan laughed, "It's 12:30 am, I'd be kinda rude if I send you home right now." Phil smiled grateful. "Come, I'll show you my room." 

Phil followed Dan up the stairs, still holding the paper towels to his nose. Dan's room was stylish, black walls and a black and white interior. Dan walked to his closet and got out a t-shirt and threw it on the bed, "here, you can borrow that if you want." "Thanks..."

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower then..." Dan smiled slightly. Phil nodded and sat down on the bed as Dan left the room.

Dan

Dan stepped out of the shower, removing the fog on the mirror with his hand. He looked at himself with disgusted. The hickeys in his neck, the scratches on his chest, the bruises on his stomach and wrists. He looked like a victim, he looked weak. 

On top of it all he guilted Phil into spending the night here, something he probably wasn't comfortable with. All because he was too scared to be alone right now. 

He looked around the bathroom realizing he forgot to bring clean clothes with him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. When he walked into his room, Phil had his back turned to him, changing his shirt. Dan saw the bruises running all over his back. He realized they both looked weak, they were both broken.

"How's your nose?" Phil turned around startled by Dan. "Oh.. Eh it's fine, it stopped bleeding." Dan nodded, "Good..." He saw Phil looking at his chest, at the scratches. Suddenly he felt really exposed. "Eh, you can use the bathroom too if you want to freshen up." Dan pointed down the hall.

"Is that a hint that I smell?" Phil asked, looking worried. "No no! I just meant.." Phil started to laugh, Dan sighed with relieve. "Very funny."

Phil grinned as he walked past Dan towards the bathroom. Dan quickly put on some boxers and a t-shirt after Phil left the room. Dan realized that Phil maybe wasn't comfortable with sleeping in one bed and he grabbed a sleeping bag out his closet, creating a makeshift bed on the floor.

Phil walked back into the room just as Dan finished making his bed. His hair was back in it's usual form and the dried up blood was gone. Somehow Phil was so skinny that Dan's shirt looked two sizes too big. 

Phil looked confused at the sleeping bag on the floor, "Is that for me?" "No, no this is for me, you can have the bed." Dan smiled at Phil. "Oh..." Phil looked kind of disappointed, "Why?"

"Oh... ehmm..." Dan looked down, "I thought, maybe you weren't comfortable with..." he made a small gesture towards the bed. "Dan... we just slept on a tiny couch for hours, I think I'll be fine." Dan felt kinda stupid now. "I'm sorry... I just wanted to make sure you felt cool with everything."

"Don't apologize," Phil walked over to Dan, "I think it's sweet." His eyes fell on the marks on Dan's neck. Slowly he stretched out his hand and traced them with his fingertips. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Dan shrugged, "I don't know... gross... dirty..." he avoided Phil's eyes. "Why?" Phil asked. Dan shook his head, "I just... I can still feel his hands... everywhere..." Phil took his hand away from Dan's neck. "I feel so fucking stupid... I actually dated him..."

Phil grabbed Dan's chin softly forcing him to look at him, "Don't say that, this was not your fault. You had no way of knowing this could happen." Dan had a sad look in his eyes, "I was in love with him Phil... I was in love with a..." Dan swallowed his words back, he couldn't say it out loud.

"He's a messed up kid Dan, you saw the good in him and it faded away." Phil shook his head, "I promise you, it was not your fault." Dan nodded slightly, feeling tingles at Phil's touch. "I'm really tired, so.." 

Phil let him go and took a step back, "yeah... yeah you're right, you should get some more rest." They both got in bed under the covers, keeping a safe distance between them.

After a minute of silence Dan whispered: "Thank you Phil." Phil turned his head, "What for?" "Just... thank you..."