Llama Hats and Lion Roars (Phan)

Part 3

Phil's P.O.V.

I wake up on the couch with Dan sleeping on my lap. I think he was sleeping at least. He was either awake or I just woke him up.

"Hey. Want some breakfast," his croaky morning voice said.

"Sure. I will take some Shreddies."

"Okay. Oh, and we are going to Chris and Pj's party later."

"Really, since when were they having a party?"

"Since last week when they told me..."

"Dan! Well at least you told me beore it was an hour til the party."

"I will go get breakfast," he laughed.
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When Dan came back with the cereal he decided that we should watch some afternoon Sherlock. We saw no reason not to. It was 10:30 a.m., and the party was apparently at 9:00 p.m.

We sat there watching the mystery unfold for a couple of minutes, until I realized that a couple of minutes, was a couple of hours. We had watched three episodes of Sherlock, and an hour and 55 minute movie.

By now it was already 3:00 p.m. "Hey, you hungry," Dan asked as he looked over at me.

"Sure."

We then went out to Starbucks and ate a small lunch/dinner knowing we would binge all night at the party.
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When we arrive at Pj and Chris's flat, there are at least 15 other people there. "Hey Peej. Haven't seen you in a while. Chris, what's up," I said as a friendly greeting.

"We're awesome. Come on in," they said in almost unison. Dan had already disappeared in to the crowd.

I sat down on the window sil next to a group of friends I hadn't seen in a while. We shared lots of laughs, but I couldn't help but think what Dan was up to.
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We had only been there an hour and Dan was already tipsy. "Do you need to go home," I asked.

"No. I will be fine," Dan said. He said he was. I just didn't want something to happen that he might regret. So to take my mind off things, I went to go find a group of friends walk in the door. I met up with them and had a great time.
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After two hours had past, I had to check up on Dan. Go knows what he was doing.

I found him playing spin the bottle with people he would definatly regret playing that game with.

"Dan I think it is time we go home," I warned.

"But I am having fun."

"No you are intoxicated past the point of a mild hangover. Let's get you home."

"Fine. Bye guys talk to you forever."
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On our taxi ride home, Dan put his head on my shoulder. I didn't want it to end. The taxi ride was 15 minutes, but it felt like years. By far the best taxi ride.

I payed the taxi driver and gave him a nice tip because of the magnificent ride.

I had to help Dan up the stairs because he was staggering very badly. But we made it. Slowly but surely.

We walked into our flat, took off our coats and our shoes, and made our way over to Dan's bedroom.

He lay on top of his comforter, and I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to set beside the bed. He would need it.

As I went in to the kitchen, I was thinking about how I never drink past the point of being drunk; just because I cared about Dan so much. After I finished the thought, I made my way to his room.

I sat the glass down on his bedside table. I was just about to leave when a croaky voice said," Phil, I like you. You know it?"

I turned around shocked. What did I just hear? Was I hearing things? Was I drunk too? "What did you say?"

"Goodnight, Philly." He rolled over on his other side. I walked out of the room and closed the door. I didn't say anything else that night. That way, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I mean, drunken words are sober thoughts, right?

A/N: Everything drunk Dan said was based on things I have heard actual drunk people say. Just so you know that I am not just throwing out words that make no sense.