Phil's POV
It has been a few days since Dan and I were officially dating, I would always give him surprise hugs, or as I call them hug attacks. It was one night when it hit me, "it" being my foggy memory. I remember a few nights ago getting extremely woozy/drunk. I remember cutting myself, the relief. It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt happy, but that didn't make sense because Dan made me happy too. Dan still makes me happy,but how that cold razor felt against my smooth skin, how it bubbled up just minutes after. "No" I whispered, I pulled myself into the hallway and stopped in front of Dan's room, At this point I had 2 choices, 1. Feel the relieving feeling of the razor back on my skin, And risk my relationship with Dan. 2. Talk to Dan about it and get help from him. I went with choice 2, I knocked softly on Dan's door, Just encase he was asleep "Come in, Philly" He responded I pushed open the door seeing Dan's dark figure sit up, His room was always darker than mine. I found it unfair, "Hi, Bear" I said "Hey, Did you need something?" Dan asked "Dan I am getting urges to cut myself again" I said "Philly, It isn't worth it, It's not gonna change anything" Dan said "I'm scared that if I leave I will get the urges again" I said "Stay with me, I want you to be safe" Dan said with his soothing voice. "Okay" I said, Dan lifted up his blanket inviting me cuddle with him. I climbed in with him and got comfy, I lay my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around me, Sleeping was easy that night.