Teach Me How To Love

Chapter One: Birthday Boy

A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first chaptered phan fiction, I am planning on updating as often as possible, (as long as people are reading). Let me know what you guys think! 

Phils POV:

"I don't know Peej, you know pubs aren't really my thing" I argued when PJ insisted on making up for missing my birthday.

I had known PJ forever, we had met back at a conference and have been working together at the University, and have been best buds ever since.

"I am not letting you back out now mate, besides what type of best friend would I be if I didn't take the old man out for his birthday?"

"I am not that old, I am only 28 you royal pain." I joked back punching him in the arm.

I examined myself in the mirror in the hall of my flat, I didn't look that much older did I? My hair was still the darkest shade of black, no gray hairs to be seen, and the area around my blue eyes showed no signs of wrinkles. I sighed before fixing the collar of my blue button up that Pj demanded I wear because "it made my eyes pop, and ladies love the eyes". If only he knew I wasn't necessarily looking for a lady...

"Just call me sir PJ the great," he stated interrupting my thoughts.

"Nah, I would rather call you king of the dorks, come on lets go," I remarked before shutting the door to my flat and making my way down towards the local pub.

The music was already ridiculously loud when we arrived and the room was packed with smoke and people already too drunk to stand.

**a few hours (and a few drinks) later**

I laughed to myself as I saw PJ's drunken self "dancing" with some obviously tipsy ladies on the floor.

"Another drink sir?" the bartender asked, I was in the middle of replying with a slight nod when I heard, "make that two", coming from the now occupied seat beside me.

I glanced over to the new stranger, and I was instantly taken back by his beauty. He looked young, but he had to be old enough to drink, and he was obviously sweating, from dancing I presume, and his starkly straight brown locks were starting to curl in an unruly fashion. Just when I thought he couldn't be any more enchanting, he glanced up to me and I was frozen staring helplessly into his deep brown eyes. They were such a warm color, hazed slightly from the alcohol in his system, but somehow still bright. Who ever said that brown eyes were not beautiful or exciting had never seen his eyes. He was... mesmerizing. A moment later he coughed a little, and I realized I must have been staring at him. Shit, smooth Phil.

"Sorry about that," I laughed awkwardly scratching at the back of my neck.

"Don't sweat it man," he slurred slightly, "I'm Dan by the way."

Dan, I repeated to myself a small smile escaping my lips. "I'm Phil"

A/N: Ohhh, what do you think is going to happen? Sorry this is so short, the next chapter will be longer. So I hope you like this so far, I should hopefully have another update up very soon. :) Let me know what you all think.