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This is my first song fic. It's going to be about the song "Give You What You Like" by Avril Lavigne on her 2013 self-titled album. Enjoy!
Phil's P.O.V.
"Please wrap your drunken arms around me, and I'll let you call me yours tonight. 'Cause slightly broken's just what I need.and if you give me what I want then I'll give you what you like."
Dan stumbled into the flat. He had been out drinking, I could tell just from the clumsy way he walked, nearly falling down the stairs. I rushed to help him. We might have broken up, and I'm sure I'm supposed to hate him, but I couldn't help it.
I got him into his room. I turned out the light and kisses forhead. "Phil?" He asked. "Yes Dan?" I asked in reply, feeling a certain sadness in me by how loving his voice was. "Stay?" He asked. I sighed and lay down with him.
"Please tell me I'm your one and only or lie and say at least tonight, I've got a brand-new care for lonely and if you give me what I want, then I'll give you what you like."
It's been a week and I still keep thinking of that night. The cruelest part was that for one second, it almost felt like old times. I almost felt like he deeply loved me still. I guess I was his and he was mine for just one more night because of his drunkenness.
I've started a tally of scars across my wrist for every day I have to pretend like every time I see Dan, I don't want to hug him close and have him kiss me like how he used to, so full of love.
I guess I just want Dan to love me again which is something that I'll probably never get back.
Dan's P.O.V.
"When you turn off the lights, I get stars in my eyes, is this love? Maybe someday. So don't turn on the lights, I'll give you what you like."
It's been a month since I went out and got drinks with Chris and PJ. I still remember everything. From the admitting I fucked up with Phil to them, to Phil agreeing to stay with me as I was drunk.
Phil just looks so angelic, whether in the dark or in light of that, I guess my drunken self needed him to stay and just pretend at least like we could try again.
"Emotions aren't that hard to follow, what's the word you never learned, and in a room of empty bottles, if you don't give me what I want, then you'll get what you deserve."
I saw Phil's wrists the other day. I saw the scars. I pretended I didn't notice, but I did and I knew that I should ask, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I ended up walking into the lounge later that day, to a drunk Phil with empty beer bottles all around and one fifth of vodka in his hand. I took the bottle from him and hugged him. I felt the tears burn the way down my face. I held onto Phil for dear life, as if I let go one of us would die.
Phil's P.O.V.
"When you turn off the light, I get stars in my eyes.is this love? Maybe someday. I got the scene in my head, I'm not sure how it ends. Is this love? Maybe one day. So don't turn on the lights, I'll give you what you like."
I could tell I was drunk. Not "waisted" necessarily, but definitely drunk as my vision was blurring in and out. I still shrugged my doubt in my mind off and took another drink of vodka.
Dan walked into the room and fell to his knees, crying? He took the vodka from my hand and grabbed me tight. No matter how sad and angry with Dan I was, I couldn't deny that he is my angel.
"I'll give you what you like. I'll give you one last chance to hold me, if you give me one last cigarette. But now, it's early in the morning. Now that I gave you what you want, all I want is to forget."
I woke up to the sound of think crying. "I am so sorry Phil. I'm so sorry!" The voice cried and gentle subs I set up to see Dan with a bloody arm. He looked at me with remorse and utter sadness.
Dan's P.O.V.
"When you turn out the lights, I get stars in my eyes. Is this love? Maybe someday. I've got the scene in my head, I'm not sure how it ends. Is this love? Maybe one day. So don't turn on the lights, I'll give you what you like."
I broke. I smoked again and then I cut. I had just take enough pills to overdose and was crying out my pain and noticing that Phil was up.
He hugged me. I could tell from the look he gave me, that he was confused. The longest 10 minutes of my life, ensued. I lay there, and feels arms, dying of an overdose.
He didn't even know I was dying and I intend for him not to. I want-no need, to die. For everyone, including Phil's, best interest.
So there I was; laying in the arms of the boy I love, slowly dying. The difference between my story, and a sweet romance novel, is the fact that Phil didn't love-nor need me.
I set up in my last moments, and just kissed him. I needed him to at least know I love him still. I kissed him, and whispered a soft, "I'm sorry love." And I felt peaceful glow take me away from Phil.
