The Argument

*Dan's POV*

I'm sitting on our sofa, in the browsing position, on tumblr. Phil has been out all night with Chris & Pj, he should be home by now.

Phil walks into the apartment, drunk. 'What the hell, Phil! I was so worried about you!'

'Haha, fuck off Dan,' Phil says as he stumbles across the kitchen floor.

He may be drunk, but this isn't the Phil I know.

'Phil... Are you okay?'

'Do I look okay, you idiot?' He snapped at me.

I'm so confused.

'I-I'm sorry...' I apologised quickly, and tried to escape to my room.

'Where the fuck is the bathroom?'

He sounded really angry.

'It's, um, I'll show you.'

I guided Phil to the bathroom, shut the door, and tried to find the door to my own room.

I turn on the light, and fall on to my bed. I could hear him crying in the bathroom, I want to help him, but I'm too scared.