Phan - Addict.

Title: Addict.
Author: ~Gerards21Guns
Pairing: Phan
Genre: Angsty Fluff.
Rating: 12+? idk.
Warnings: Drug use.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan nor Phil and none of this ever happened in real life.
Author's Note: bamf an idea i came up with today in town.
Summary: When Phil finds out Dan's a marijuana addict he decides to help Dan quit, but  he doesn't realize how hard it will actually be.

Phil's POV

   I knew something wasn't right the moment I closed the front door. The smell was odd. It was sweet but sweaty at the the same.
"Dan?" I called too afraid to move from my spot at the front door.
"In here." he said from the lounge. Slowly I moved from the front door and into the lounge. I started coughing from the smell but Dan started laughing. He was sitting there laughing looking normal, apart from the fact he had a joint in his hand. I stopped and stared.
"Dan what is that?" I asked although I already knew the answer.
"Marijuana" he replied as if it was the smallest problem in the world.
"Where did you get it from?" I said trying to keep calm
"My dealer." he answered
"Your dealer? How long have you been taken drugs for?" I said
"About 6 months." he said.
"6 months!? Where have I been when you've been smoking it!?" I cried
"Out. I wasn't expecting you to be back so soon." he replied. Then he started laughing at nothing and put the joint in his mouth again. I didn't really know what to do so I kinda just stood there until he finished it. I sat in the chair opposite him while he leaned back into the couch he was on.
"Is it just Marijuana you've been taking?" I asked. He nodded. Then he stood up suddenly making me jump and went into the kitchen.
"What are you doing now?" I said
"I have the munchies." he replied pulling out a packet of biscuits from the drawer. He walked back over to the couch and lay down on it. I knew I had to do something so I got up from the chair, walked over to the couch, lifted up Dan's head, sat down then put his head back down so he was lying on my lap. He was eating the biscuits and staring at me with bloodshot eyes. I waited until he finished eating until I spoke up. He was lying on his side on my lap clinging onto my t-shirt when I started talking.
"You have to stop." I said rubbing his hair with my hand.
"I know." he whispered
"You can get a mental illness if you don't, please Dan." I begged
"I will if you'll help me." he said
"Of course I'll help I just want you to stop." I sighed.
"Don't send me to rehab." he whimpered looking up at me with pleading eyes.
"What, you want to go cold turkey?" I asked
"Yes, but please don't tell anyone." he said.
"Okay. This is how it's going to work. We'll start tomorrow. You'll stay in your room with the doors and windows locked so you can't go get more drugs, I'll open the door slightly to push through food and I'll check if you need the toilet, once you get slightly better you can come out to stay in the lounge but the front door will be locked when you do, when I think you're better then you can come out for good, understand?" I explained
"Yes." he said
"You tired?" I asked. He nodded. "You wanna go to bed?" he nodded again. I helped him stand up since he wasn't very steady on his feet and led him over to his room. He was still high but I was hoping he'd sleep it off. He was already in his pyjamas so he just climbed into bed and closed his eyes. I walked to the door and opened it.
"Night Dan." I said
"Goodnight" he mumbled. I sighed, closed the door then locked it from the outside.
    The next month was difficult but it got easier as it went along. He was fine at first. He stayed quiet for the first 3 days and came out for a shower on the second, but he started having withdrawal on the fourth day. I was sitting in the living room when I heard knocking on his door. I stayed put but then he started crying.
"Phil?" he called
"What is it Dan?" I shouted back
"Please. I can't do it anymore. Please let me out Phil I need it please." he sobbed. I didn't answer but his cries just got louder and louder until eventually he started pounding on his bedroom door.
"Let me out! Phil open the fucking door! I need it just open the door!" he screamed. I once again said nothing.
"Don't ignore me you bastard! Fucking unlock the door!" he shouted. It went on like that for another 3 hours until his shouts reduced to quiet sobs. I got up, went over to his room and knocked.
"Dan are you okay?" I asked
"I'm fine." he said.
"You hungry?" I called.
"No." he answered
"Need the toilet?" I asked
"No." he replied "What day is it?"
"Tuesday." I said
"I feel sick." he groaned
"You want a bowl?" I asked. There was a slight pause.
"Yes please." I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, unlocked the door to Dan's room and opened the door slightly. The curtains were closed and his room was a mess. I had just enough light to see him in a ball in the corner. He was shivering and a mild sweat had developed all over his face. He looked up when he saw me but didn't move. I sighed, opened the door fully and knelt down next to him. I started stroking his face although it was sticky from the sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead.
"Can I have the bowl please." he whimpered. I nodded, but the moment I put it in front of him he started violently throwing up into it. I started rubbing his back and waited for it to pass. Once he was done I held him in my arms and comforted him while he cried into my chest.
"Shh now, It'll be okay, you'll be alright." I whispered and rocked him back and forth until he fell asleep.
   The next 25 days were basically that over and over again minus me going in to comfort him. I'd go in when I was sure he was sleeping to take the bowl that always had puke in it and the empty plate and glass that once held food and drink. He did improve though and after 5 days of him not pounding on the door and shouting at me to let him out I decided to let him come out into the lounge. At about 7pm I knocked on his bedroom door.
"Dan are you alright?" I said
"I'm fine." he answered
"Do you want to come into the lounge with me to watch T.V?" I asked
"Okay." he replied. I unlocked and opened the door widely. He was sitting in the corner with his chin tucked in between his knees. The curtains were still closed and his room was still a wreck. He skin was literally white, his hair was matted, his fringe was stuck to his forehead and he was covered in sweat. He also still had the shakes. I walked over to him and held out my hand.
"C'mon." I smiled. He slowly reached his hand out and held on weakly to my hand while I pulled him up so he was standing. Then I led him out of his room, into the lounge and lay him on the couch. I walked over to the T.V, turned it on, then moved Dan and sat down so he was once again on my lap.
"You're doing so well Dan." I said stroking his hair.
"I feel like shit." he croaked
"I know, but you'll feel better soon." I said. I paused and thought about something then decided now was the best time to tell him. I took a deep breath. "Dan I love you."
"Love you too." he whispered
"No I literally love you." I said
"And I literally love you too." he smiled "But don't kiss me now I look horrible and feel horrible."
"Wait, you like me back?"
"Always have, always will."
"Does this mean we're dating now?" I asked awkwardly
"I guess so." he grinned. "Thank you Phil."
"For what?" I asked confused
"I'd probably have overdosed on other drugs by now if it weren't for you." he replied
"Dan can I kiss you?" I said
"When I'm better you can. I still feel like crap right now I don't want our first kiss to be like this." he sighed
"Well I guess I'll settle for this then." I replied kissing his cheek. He grinned and I sat there stroking his hair for hours until I noticed his eyes getting heavy.
"You tired Dan?" I asked
"Yeah." he replied "It's good I'm tired, trouble sleeping is a withdrawal symptom."
"And Bizarre Dreams" I added remembering all the websites I'd looked up.
"I'll get better Phil." he mumbled closing his eyes.
"I know you will Danosaur." I smiled
"I'll get better for you." he muttered
"Love you." I whispered kissing his cheek. He said something like 'Love you too' before he drifted off to sleep.