PHAN -- One Shots

Please Tell Me You Remember

/Writer's Note:/ So, I have never written a fanfiction about two real life people so I am just beginning with one shots. I am pretty descriptive so I am going to try to tone it down for you guys so you aren't reading TOO much. As well, I don't have a cover so if anyone wants to make one that would be sweet.

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*Dan's P.O.V*

Dan shifted in the uncomfortable seat for the millionth time in the last ten minutes. He cupped his cool glass in his tan hands and blew out a sigh, he was hunched over the bar, his legs hanging down and resting against the metal of the bar stool. He slid the glass closer to him and eyed the substance inside, his third drink of the night. He brought it to his lips before drinking a large gulp of it. 'Where are they?' He questioned, looking around the club. He pulled out his phone and checked the time for the 6th time since he'd been there. They were late, 40 minutes late to be exact. He shook his head in an agitated manner before putting his phone away and looking over at the door to the bar.  Had they abandoned him? He wondered. And that's the question that had buzzing in his head for the last while and also the reason he was on his third drink. 

Just then the door swung open and in stumbled 3 laughing, buzzing males. Dan quickly forgot how angry he was over the fact they were so late when his eyes laid on Phil, his best friend. A small smile went across his lips as Phil, Chris and PJ walked up to Dan. 

"Oi! Already ordered a drink without us?" PJ questioned, a sly smirk across his lips telling Dan he was teasing him. 

"You're late," Dan stated the obvious, raising his eyebrows and turning in his seat to look at the males. "40 minutes actually, where the hell were you guys?"

"Traffic's a bitch," Chris stated, taking a seat next to Dan on a free bar stool. 

"On top of that, these two," Phil gestured to Chris and PJ, "took their time getting ready. I'm really sorry. I'm actually surprised you waited." Phil smiled sheepishly and Dan shrugged, nodding his head silently. 

He got up abruptly, chugging the rest of his beer before setting the glass on the brown bar and then grinning. "Well, you all owe me. So one of youz is buying my drinks for the rest of the night."

"I call PJ."

"Same."

"OI! Why does it have to be me?" PJ asked, putting his hands up in surrender and narrowing his eyes in an interrogating way.

"Because you're the one who decided to take a shower last minute, then spent 15 minutes picking out an outfit," Chris said, narrowing his eyes back at PJ, daring him to make an excuse. Instead, PJ huffed and shut his mouth.

"Well, we're going to go get a booth. You can bring the drinks." Dan winked and then grabbed the two male's arms and dragged them towards the back before PJ could protest. He slid into a dimly lit booth in the back, as far away from the dance floor as he could so the music wasn't as loud. Phil slid in next to him and then Chris next to him. 

Phil was wearing a light red plaid shirt and black skinny jeans and Chris was wearing a plain dark grey shirt and black jeans. Dan was wearing his Donnie Darko shirt and black skinny jeans. He suddenly became very aware of how close Phil was sitting to him, their thighs just barely touching (he could feel the heat radiating off of his body). 

Dan knew he was bisexual and knew the relationship he had with Phil was a little more than friends but he wasn't sure if he actually had a crush on Phil and he didn't want to ruin their friendship if he did. He sighed slightly and rested his elbows on the table as Chris began talking about something he had done with PJ earlier in the day. Soon, PJ walked up carrying four tall glasses of beer in his hands and set them down on the table, watching them carefully so to not drop them. He slid one to each of them and Dan immediately reached forward and grabbed his, taking a slow sip. Was it getting hot in there? He was starting to feel a little tipsy, he had built up his alcohol tolerance but he knew that he had his limit and he didn't exactly like getting drunk off his ass.