The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 26

Sorry if this makes stuff confusing, but I've unpublished chapter 25 in case someone in my family finds my account. Basically Phil cut and then there was... sin. Again, sorry for unpublishing it.
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Dan's Pov

It had been four days since Phil and I had... you know. Anyway, he still hadn't told me what had taken him so long in the washroom that day, although I had a pretty good idea.

I mean, I couldn't blame him for not wanting me to find out he had continued cutting himself. I was pretty amazed Phil hadn't seen what I had done to my leg when we... man, I need to stop bringing that up.

Anyway, at the moment, I was preparing lunch. It was nothing special, just a ham sandwich. I didn't actually know where Phil was, so I decided to just sit down and eat. He could make his own sandwich when he was done doing whatever.

Once I had finished my small but satisfying lunch, I got up to clean my dishes. Then I decided I was too lazy, and just put them on the counter to be washed later. 

I sat down in the couch, assuming my browsing position, and began to scroll through Tumblr. Soon after I had started, Phil walked out, his hair a mess and still in his pyjamas.

"Did you just wake up?" I asked him, surprised. He didn't usually get up this late.

"Didn't sleep," he mumbled through a huge yawn.

He stumbled over to the couch, then practically fell onto it. He stretched his legs a bit, yawned again, then placed his head on my lap and curled up, almost instantly falling asleep.

"Okaaaay then..." I said quietly, trying to move his head a bit so I could get up. He mumbled a little in his sleep, so I was forced to sit there until he woke up. And if he hadn't gotten any sleep last night, who knew how long that would be.

Phil's Pov

I jolted awake, covered in sweat and looking around my room wildly. It took a moment for me to realize I had been asleep, and I was still safe in my bed.

Just another nightmare.

I turned to look at my clock, the lit-up numbers standing out in the near pitch blackness. 4:32. I had been asleep for less than ten minutes.

I sighed, then rolled back over, trying not to let my thoughts focus on my horrible dream. It was easier said than done. Every time I got anywhere near falling back asleep, some tiny little noise scared me back to full consciousness, and only made me relive my nightmare more vividly in my mind.

I tried everything. Counting sheep, reading, even coming up with a new ending for my dream. None of it worked.

By now it was 5:47, and the total amount of sleep I had gotten was around twenty minutes. I of course knew what my brain wanted me to do to help me sleep, but I really didn't want to cut myself again, especially so early in the morning.

I had been starting to show resilience towards my depression quite a bit lately, actually. Of course I still did stuff I probably shouldn't, but less often now than before.

Thinking about all this reminded me of Dan. Four days ago, when we had... you know, I had of course noticed the slightly faded scars on Dan's leg. I didn't know if he had put them there, or if it had been some accident. If Dan had put them there, I couldn't tell if it had been recently or a while ago.

I could only hope it was the latter.

I again tried to push all these thoughts out of my mind, and yawned as I closed my eyes and attempted to get some more sleep.

A little less than six hours later, I finally succeeded.

Dan's Pov

Phil had been sleeping on my lap for nearly two hours now, and I had decided it was time to wake him up.

"Phil," I said quietly, while shaking him a bit by the shoulder. "You have to get up now."

He eventually began to stir, and soon he was sitting up looking at me, blinking away the tiredness in his eyes.

"Why'd you wake me up...?!" he whined.

I laughed at his childlike behaviour, then went to get him something to eat.

Once I got back, with a plate of small sandwiches and a glass of milk, Phil was finally awake enough to be standing up.

"Here," I said, handing him the food. "If you didn't get any sleep, you'll probably need this extra energy."

He leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek, then gratefully sat down to eat.

He eagerly pulled the plate towards him, but once he started eating, he only took a few bites before just sitting there fiddling with his food.

"Something wrong, Phil?" I asked him. "Why aren't you eating?"

He looked slightly startled, as though it hadn't been obvious that he wasn't eating his lunch.

"I-I guess I'm just not very hungry," he replied, pushing the plate away. "You can have the rest, if you want."

I might have eaten them if I hadn't been so worried for my boyfriend. Why wasn't he eating?

What was wrong with him?

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Hi humans (And Dog)!

I have a few things to say, so this authors note might be a bit longer than my others...

1. Happy Easter to those people who celebrate it!!!!

2. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've had a bit of writers block and a LOT of homework. Also, I'll try to make the next chapter a bit more interesting.

3. 😱 This book has over 800 reads!!!! Thank you guys SOOOOOO much for reading this crap!!!! You're all as amazing as Phil, I love you all <3!!!!

Ok, that's all. Bye, see I you in the next chapter!

May you one day actually see Dan and Phil kissing each other!