Phan Oneshots

Drunk love

"For god's sake Dan, come to this fucking party!" PJ had been moaning like this all day and was driving me crazy. It was almost like when I lived with Phil...
"Come on! Chris will be there! Tyler and Troye, Luke and Emma, Zoe and Louise; everyone!"
Eventually, I gave in and went through my drawers, looking for suitable clothes. I might meet someone nice, you never know.

I end up with black skinny jeans and a dark coloured shirt, hair straightened. It was only Phil who liked my Hobbit Hair and I gave up on trying to please him a long time ago. He moved in with that stupid Alfie and I'll never forgive him for that. He uses him. And no one should do that to my Philly. I guess he's not mine anymore though, but he was never mine to start with. I push all these thoughts out of my head and walk into the kitchen to make a coffee.

~*~

It was 8pm and me and PJ were outside the house, music blaring out of every window.
"This must be it," he said. "Let's go inside"
I nod and we knock at the door, which is opened by a very tipsy Luke. He giggles and says there's someone waiting for me. I stare, confused and walk in, awkwardly.

5 drinks later, I'm feeling much better. PJ ditched me and wandered off into a bedroom with Chris 40 minutes ago and I'm talking with Emma, about God knows what. That's when Chris and PJ appear again and suggest truth or dare. We all crowd into the living room, where I haven't yet been in and sit in a circle. That's when something catches my eye. No. It can't be. Phil?

Sure enough, it's my bright blue eyed ex-best friend, Phil Michael Lester. We make eye contact, and he's clearly very very drunk. In fact, im one of the only ones who's not.
"Troye, truth or dare?"
"Truth"
"How many times have you banged Tyler?" Chris smirks.
Troye goes a deep shade of red and mumbles a number that I can't quite make out.
"Louise, truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
"Go flash someone" Troye blushes.
She laughs and goes up to a very drunk Alfie and moons him, very confidently then rejoins the circle, seeming impressed with herself.
"Phil!"
I look up. This will be interesting.
"Go up to the person you love and make out with them for 2 minutes." No. I don't want to watch him kiss Alfie. He's so drunk . He'll end up fucking him. Unless he's a brilliant actor. To my surprise, Phil's walking towards me. What?! Alfie's over there! He takes my hand and pulls me up to stand. He looks me in the eyes and instantly I get lost in them.
"I have loved you for 6 fucking years. Since the day we first started talking. Remember Avatar in 3D? Remember the Manchester Eye?" He's slurring his words but before I can protest, his lips slam against mine. I kiss back eagerly, winding my arms around his neck as his tangle in my hair. There is an eruption of cheers from everyone else and I just smile. He's drunk, I can do whatever I want and he'll have forgotten by the morning. It's been way over 2 minutes but I don't care, sucking on his lower lip then brushing my tongue against it, asking for permission to enter. He accepts immediately and we carry on going. My hands travel lower, my fingers hooking themselves in his belt loops and I pull him closer, loving every moment. We spend the whole night like that, savouring it, even though he'll forget this even happened. I guess it's just nice to feel loved for once.

As I get ready to leave, he whispers something in my ear.

"I was never drunk."