Opposites Attract (Phan)

Chapter Seven

A/N: Okay so I think I'm going to officially update this once every ten days or so, as that's how I've been doing it anyway. I told you I'm not good at uploading frequently, even though I check Wattpad everyday. I've just had a slight writers block recently, so yep.  

Anyway, here is chapter seven of Opposites Attract! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for 700 reads! :)  

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**Dan POV** 

I slowly leaned in, awkwardly resting my hands on Phil's waist. I'd only ever kissed someone once, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I moved my face closer to Phil's and connected our lips, he kissed back almost immediately, draping his arms around my neck. I shuffled closer to him, deepening the kiss slightly. Phil suddenly pulled away and grinned, "I have to go." He giggled.  

I sat back and frowned slightly.  

"Text me, okay?" Phil said with a smile. He was such a tease. He grabbed his bag and left my bedroom, I heard the front door close a few seconds afterwards, signalling that he'd left.  

**End of Dan POV** 

**Phil POV** 

I walked home, a smile plastered across my face as I thought of the kiss I'd just shared with Dan. I was quite proud of how I acted with the tease, he was clearly enjoying it. I heard my phone buzz in my pocket so I quickly pulled it out.  

'I think I'm gay' the message read. It was from Dan.  

'you said you like girls tho? x' I replied, laughing.  

'oh yeah, whatever the term is then :s what's with the kiss?' 

'bisexual, and I always send them :p x' I put my phone away and continued walking, passing a few shops on the way. I thought about buying something, but that'd only hold me up and I was late home as it was, my parents would probably be worrying about me as I hadn't told them that I was going to Dan's house again.

"Phil! Where have you been?" My mum said as I opened the door. She didn't look concerned, she said it as if she was asking how I was doing.  

"I went to Dan's again, forgot to tell you." I shrugged.  

"You could've texted me," She pointed out.  

"Yeah..I was kind of busy." I grinned to myself and went upstairs, quickly closing my bedroom door behind me and pressing the 'on' button on my laptop.  

**End of Phil POV** 

**Dan POV** 

"Hey Dan, where the fuck were you last night?" PJ sighed, walking over to me as I entered the school gates.  

"What do you mean? I was at home.." I answered.  

"There was a party, don't you remember? I was waiting for you, you missed out, man." He explained.  

"Oh, I kinda forgot... sorry, PJ." I bit my lip.  

"Yeah, right. Will you come out tonight though?" He asked quickly.  

"Um, sure. Tell me the details later, yeah?" I looked over to see Phil at the other side of the field, "Bye." I waited until PJ left before making my way over to Phil.  

"Hiya." I tapped him on the shoulder. 

"Oh, hey!" He turned around and smiled. 

"Sorry I didn't reply to your last text, I fell asleep." I laughed slightly. 

"Oh, it's fine." Phil said, "Want to come to mine tonight?"  

I was about to say yes before remembering what PJ said, "I can't, sorry. I'm going out." I didn't think to invite Phil, as I doubt they'd like him there, despite him being a really nice guy.  

~Time skip~ 

I knocked on PJ's front door, waiting a few seconds before a familiar face opened it.  

"Hi Chris." I said, the smell of alcohol immediately hitting me as I stepped inside. "I'm guessing PJ's parents are out for the weekend or something?"  

Chris nodded, "Obviously." He had a bottle of vodka in his hand and his voice sounded slightly slurry.  

"Any alcohol left?" I asked, I was slightly late. He gestured towards the cupboard and I nodded, opening it and retrieving a bottle of vodka for myself. I gently hit the top on the side of the work surface to open it, I didn't want to rummage around for a bottle opener, and took a sip of it. It tasted quite strong and stung the back of my throat, but I liked it. I made my way to the living room to find PJ sat on the sofa with a few other guys and girls, I could smell something strange before seeing a joint in PJ's hand.  

"Really, PJ?" I sighed as I sat on the sofa opposite.  

"Loosen up, Dan. It's just a bit of fun!" He laughed, "Want some?" He held out the spliff.  

"I think I'll pass, thanks." I shot him a fake smile and walked back into the kitchen which was now empty.  

'Save me! D:' I texted Phil before taking another sip of the alcohol.  

"Who wants music?" I heard PJ shout from the living room. I frowned, usually I enjoyed parties but today I just felt like being a killjoy.  

"Don't be stupid, PJ." I said, walking towards him. "The neighbours will hear, probably call the police or something, then your weed will be found."  

"Who cares, Dan?! We're having fun!" PJ giggled, his pupil's were dilated and he was really high. 

"Fine, I'm leaving then." I sighed, at least I was doing the sensible thing.  

"Party pooper!" PJ said, as chants of 'party pooper' started from the others, who were equally high and drunk. I returned back to the kitchen and took another bottle of alcohol from the cupboard before leaving the house.  

'What's the matter? x' I saw Phil had replied ten minutes ago.  

'Everyone was high! I left now though.' I typed, finishing off my bottle. I realised I didn't have a bag with me so I had nowhere to hide my unopened bottle of vodka. I couldn't let anyone see it as I was underage, not like most people would care, but if a police officer saw me then I'd probably be arrested. I decided to not worry about it and continue walking, my house was only down the street anyway.  

'Oh, good. Glad you didn't join in or anything xx' He texted.  

I laughed, 'No, I had a bit of alcohol though. :)'  

I reached under the doormat outside my house to pick up the spare key and slowly opened the lock, careful not to make too much noise as I entered the house. I closed the door behind me and walked up the stairs, trying to avoid the creaky parts. I quickly stuffed the vodka into my wardrobe and lay down on my bed, not bothering to get changed, I was too tired and expected a small hangover in the morning. I wasn't too drunk, just a little tipsy, but I'd always been a lightweight.