Drunk - A Phanfiction

A Little Talk With Phil

Phil's POV

"Hey!" Dan suddenly speaks up, echoing his voice around the room. "Hey, I just have to go to the shop to pick a few things up for tonight! I'll be back soon. Rich, why don't you have a little talk with Phil? Get to know him better?" He tells Richie, giving him a little smile.

Richie nods in agreement. "I was planning on it!" He replies in a cheery tone. Dan nods, grinning. "Alright then! Bye!" He says. He gives me a little kiss on the cheek before leaving. Richie shuts the door behind him.

I all of a sudden feel cold and alone without Dan by my side, but Richie seems alright, so it should be okay.

"So, Phil!" Richie starts, pacing up and down in front of me. "You're with Dan?" He asks, still keeping the positivity in his voice. I nod, feeling proud of myself.

"Well, not for very much longer." Richie suddenly bursts out.

My heart starts racing, but I keep a straight face, trying not to look intimidated. "And why not, exactly?" I ask him, shivering from fear. He shakes his head in disbelief. "Do you really think I'd let you date someone who I fancied? You're not good enough for him. He can do much better."

I step back, anger and dear building up inside of me, making me almost ready to explode. "What are you going to do about it?" I ask him, letting out my last bit of courage. He laughs and shakes his head. "If you're not broken up by the time I leave on Sunday night, I will make you break up myself. And trust me, you wouldn't want that. And don't even think about telling Dan. There will be consequences."

A tear rolls down my cheek as I stare at him in dismay. I can't believe someone would actually do this.