Breaking Us Down- A Phanfiction

Chapter Five

Phil’s P.O.V

We went back to Pj’s; his mum was out until late at work so the house was completely empty. Within seconds, he had grabbed a few bottles of vodka from his room, hidden well always at the back of his wardrobe. As he fished them out, a satisfied smirk spread over his face and he swung around, holding the glass bottles.

“We gonna stay here or go somewhere else?”

“Uh, how about the woods round back? That way, mum won’t catch me and find the vodka.”

We all agreed and set off into the shady woods. Within a matter of minutes we had found ourselves in a spacious clearing where Pj set the bottles down carefully and flung himself next to them.

“Want to play Never Have I Ever?”

“Sure! Do you have shot glasses?”

Pj smirked again, and lifted his hand. Inside were three tiny shot glasses.

“Alright!”

Dan’s P.O.V

“Never have I ever… sexted another guy!” Peej hiccupped triumphantly and fell off his seat backwards.

Without making eye contact, I quickly shot back my glass and shuddered; glancing across at Phil, I was surprised to see him sharing the same expression, telling me he had taken his own shot.

Phil stopped grimacing to consider again.

“Never have I ever… had sex with a girl.” He smirked as both Peej and I knocked back another shot, pulling mutual expressions of disgust at the strong liquid.

“Dan, you’re going to be so drunk by the end of this.” Phil laughed and shook his head fondly at me while my head span.

“Shut up. Never have I ever… dated my best friend.”

Only Peej this time. For a moment, I imagined I locked eyes with Phil, but then the moment sped by and I looked at the floor.

Phil’s P.O.V

It goes without saying that a few hours later, all three of us were roaring drunk and practically falling over every time we tried to stand. "You know I love you guys, right? Right?!" I heard myself slur, and felt a goofy grin spread across my face. "We know, Phil. We love you too." 

Peej stumbled to his house shortly after, and after he had left we staggered, still giggling and tripping, back to Dan’s house. It transpired that his parents had gone out with his brother to visit relatives, so we traipsed up to his attic room and collapsed onto his sofa. 

"Hey Phil?" I heard Dan slur next to me, and I turned to face him with a goofy smile plastered on my features. 

"Yeah Danny?" 

"You're the best friend ever, I love you dude." He slurred as he fell forward of the sofa and lay on the floor, shaking with hysterical laughter. 

"You too."

Dan eventually peeled himself off the floor and crawled back towards the couch. My eyes widened as he pulled himself up, and instead of sitting opposite me crawled on top of me and fell again, his laughter shaking me. "Uh... Dan?" 

"Yeah?" He smiled up at me with an adorable expression, and expecting him to speak I leaned closer to him. He shuffled forward and tilted his head, and before I could realize what was happening his lips were on mine.

I may have been completely drunk out of my mind, but in that moment I felt soberer than ever.

"Dan... What are you...?"