Title: Chances

Pairing: DanisnotonFire/AmazingPhil

Rated: T for language and fluff and drug/cutting content

Disclaimer: I do not own YouTube, any you tubers associated with such, especially Dan or Phil (Sadness D:) lolol WARNING: TRIGGERS, Do not read if drug content, cutting or anything like that will trigger you or whatnot :P

Summary: Phil has a deep dark secret that he can't tell Dan. Dan would hate him. If only Phil could do something, but he can't. Phil's secret will stay a secret….for now…Little does Phil know, Dan has demons of his own. Neither will tell the other, but maybe that's the key. Just maybe they need each other…more than they will ever know. They are the key to each other's survival….*WARNING TRIGGERS*

***Phil's POV***

Phil wondered how this had become his life. How everything had spun so far out of his control. He wished his life was different, that it'd gone differently. He knew he needed help. But he was too scared to ask for it. He knew Dan would hate him, if he told him. So he couldn't. He didn't know what Dan would think. But he'd hate him and probably kick him out. I mean who'd wanna live with a…a…drugie?

***Dan's POV***

Dan was sitting in the bath, fully clothed, crying. His vision was blurry from the tears streaming down his face, as he looked down at the scarlet liquid that had over taken his arm. Phil had gone out to the shops or something, so here Dan was. Crying his eyes out like the bloody fucking mistake he was. He took the razor blade and raised it to his tan skin again as he drug it across the skin creating another line for the burgundy liquid to emerge from. He half-heartedly smiled sickly at his own arm as he started to chuckle, watching the blood pour out of him. "Look at you, looking as ugly as always. Maybe today will be the day you finally do everyone a favor and just die already. This is what he wanted. Turns out daddy was right." Dan laughed a bit more, as he counted all the new cuts he added to his old scars.

He was surprised no one had noticed, especially not Phil. But Phil didn't know, didn't care. He always seemed so weird and zoned out all the time, constantly in his room on his laptop. He didn't mind though, it was easier that way. He and Phil had separate lives, especially now since they let their YouTube channels go a bit and they had drifted away from YouTube. Yeah, they still did occasional videos but mostly not together and they were very infrequent. The fans eventually got over it, and the AmazingPhil and DanisnotonFire fandoms had died down. But that was okay with them, because Dan had become severely depressed and had taken up cutting.

Dan didn't know what was up with Phil, his flat mate; his best mate….How had they drifted apart so badly? How had things changed so much? What had happened between them? Your depression came back, idiot. Plus you started getting feelings for him, which is the stupidest thing you've ever done. He'll never love you back. You don't deserve love anyways. But you couldn't stand to constantly be around Phil since you had such major feelings for him, so you let your friendship dissipate. Dan shook his head, trying to make the voices go away. He wanted to fix him and Phil. He missed what they used to have. Even if he did want more, he would be okay just being friends again. He'd kill to be close like they used to be. Like in AmazingDan or Philisnotonfire…

***Phil's POV***

Phil had told he was going out to the shops to buy some groceries and such. And he was. But he also needed to get more drugs… Phil had become severely depressed back in his last year of Uni when his best friend tragically and abruptly died. Then one of his other friends told him that drugs were answer. They'd make him happy again and it'd all be okay if he did drugs. Phil didn't care at that point; he felt numb and would do anything to make the pain go away. So that night he injected heroin for the first time. And it felt amazing. He felt happy and felt like everything had been lifted off his shoulders, no pain. And he continued to do that. He had to constantly buy more, because he would use a lot a day. When he first met Dan, he used it less. He was actually happy, and maybe it would have been possible for him to stop. But that was then, and this was now. Now, he and Dan had drifted so far apart and that hurt Phil, yeah it hurt Phil to see Dan and hang with him all the time and not be able to kiss his beautiful pink lips or hold his tan body close, but not being close to Dan at all hurt Phil most of all. So now Phil used heroin more and more and more. He used to inject it into his left arm, but the veins had collapsed so now he had to use his right arm and sometimes he worried about serious injuries or medical problems down the road but he didn't care. If only Dan would care, then maybe he could fix himself, but Dan never would so he just had to man up and deal.

Phil was walking back with a few bags of food and generic stuff when he went into an alley by their flat, "Aye, got the stuff mate?" He said asking a shady looking guy hiding in the shadows. The man held up a medium size bag of white heroin as he held out his hand for payment. Phil gave him a ridiculous amount of money for the small bag he was getting but it didn't matter, because he *needed* this.
He quickly stuffed the drugs in his pocket before rushing out and back to the flat, he needed to shoot up again. He quickly entered the lift and waited impatiently for it to reach his floor. He quietly entered the flat and set down all the bags before getting all his heroin ready, grabbing all the stuff from his room before rushing to the bathroom to sit on the floor to start the process. He made his way to the door and opened it seeing Dan sitting in the bath, his jumper sleeve rolled up as he cut repeatedly into his arms, blood dripping all over the tub and quickly pouring out of the smaller boy. At the sound of the door he quickly looked up to see Phil holding what looked like a needle, drugs, and a strip of rubber. They both stared at each other for a second before Dan opened his mouth, but Phil rushed out and locked himself in his room.

So hey guys :) I just got this idea today from a few different stories I had read a while back (PM me for links if you'd like :P) and I decided to type this up. It's gonna be a short story, maybe around 5 chapters more or less depending on what I do with this. Please review this story and tell me what you think! It'd mean a lot! :D This chapter is a bit short but I thought it'd be good to end it here. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. Also check out my other Phan story, Dreamers. I love you guys, stay awesome 3

~Storm

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