Drunk - A Phanfiction

Reassurance

Phil's POV

It's been more than an hour since Dan had said what he said. I can't believe him... However, I have had time to calm down, and come to reason. If he apologises, that is.

At that exact moment, Dan knocked on my bedroom door. I didn't move. I just continued to stare at the blank wall. "Come in." I say, with nearly no enthusiasm at all.

Dan opens my door and steps inside my room, stating at me. I turn away from him, letting him answer to my back.

I hear a sigh escape his lips as he sits by my feet. "Listen, Philly... I'm sorry about what I said, I was just scared I'd lose you. The relationship I had with Richie meant nothing. It only lasted a few days, anyway. I have no feelings for him. He's just my friend." At this, an emotion bubbles inside of me. I just can't tell which one.

"Dan, listen, I'm not mad about that! It's what you said to me. It made me feel worthless." A tear rolled down my cheek as I say that last sentence.

Dan placed his hand on my ankle, trying to make me feel better. "Phil, I love you so much. I didn't mean what I said. Please forgive me." Dan says, in such a cute voice that I can't resist.

I turn over and sit up, wrapping my arms around him. Then I draw back and our lips collide. We start doing a more intense kiss as I push him over on the bed. Then... Richie walks in.

We jump off and start giggling. Richie looks so confused. It's quite an amusing sight, actually.