Pinkie Promise

Chapter 5: Mistakes

It was later that night Dan creeped into the flat, the party having gone on longer than he anticipated. Phil was thankfully already in bed in his own room which meant Dan could leave without too much attention.

The door creaked as Dan slowly snuck in, his phone clock reading half one. He didn't even take of his shoes as he walked up the hundreds of stairs up to their flat, clinging slightly to the stair rail for support.

Luckily he was passing the bathroom when he started throwing up, the sick splattering against the toilet seat and basin. After a further couple of minutes of leaning over the toilet, his stomach was done pumping his insides out and he sighed in relief.

Not even flushing the toilet as he left, Dan fumbled, splashing some cold water on his face, trying to make his pale reflection change. It didn't help, his guilty expression didn't even change.

Behind the toilet door he pulled one of their many suitcases out of the mountain of precariously piled objects, trying not to make a sound, which he failed to do. They came clattering down, nearly hitting Dan, but his reactions kicked in eventually.

He plodded up the stairs with the suitcase, trying to drag it while also keeping quiet. When he got into his room he only rested for a second, trying to stop himself from throwing up again, before he tried to put all of his valuables and clothes in the suitcase, failing because of the multitude of them. He and Phil had just collected so many beautiful gifts and objects they simply wouldn't fit in one suitcase.

He decided to leave anything he would not need straight away, thinking he could come back later for them, despite the potential confrontation with Phil.

Shortly after that he was done packing and ready to leave. He felt slightly guilty just abandoning Phil without a goodbye, maybe he should go give Phil one of those romantic kisses on the forehead before he left, but knowing himself he would probably trip and wake him.

However that thought quickly evaporated as Dan pulled the suitcase out into the corridor to find Phil standing in his bedroom door looking Dan straight in the eye.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked lovingly yawning as he leaned against his bedroom door, arms crossed and glasses on crooked.

"Running away." Dan bluntly announced.

"You sound like a child... Why? Why are you running away?"

"Because!" Dan shouted.

"You're drunk Dan." Phil stated. "Come and just lie down and we can talk about it in the morning."

"No! I've done a bad thing so now I must leave." his speech slurring slightly as he tried to move.

"Dan! Look at me." Phil exclaimed, grabbing Dan round the shoulder and turning Dan around to look Phil directly in the eye. "You are drunk. Your breath stinks of it. Let's go to bed and deal with it in the morning."

"But I've done something bad... You don't deserve me..." Dan tried explaining and in his confusion he started to cry a bit.

"Dan, I love you and we can deal with it when you are sober. Shh, it's all okay." Phil replied as Dan wrapped his arms around Phil, letting his suitcase fall to the floor, his tears soaking Phil's pajamas. "God, you are wasted." He then muttered under his breath.

"No, I have to go... I cheated on you." Dan blubbered, choking on his words. Paralysed, Phil was overwhelmed for a second. 'Shocked' was the only word he could process but then he shook his head and stepped back from Dan.

"In the morning." Phil mumbled, leading Dan into Phil's own room. "Come on, let's get these dirty clothes off... Have you been sick? There's vomit on your clothes." Dan only sniffed in response.