Phan One shots

Drunk (Dan's pov)

I grabbed Phil's wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom. He was still fixing his hair. His hair looked fine! Magnificent, actually.

Damnit, I cursed to himself. You can't think that way about Phil! You're friends!

"Let's go, Phil," I pulled him down the stairs to our waiting cab. We were going to a party about 50 minutes away and didn't want to ride the tube there. It actually didn't go to the place where we were on our way to.

"Thank you," I told the cabbie as we hopped in and buckled our seat belts.

I leant against Phil, being pretty tired and fell asleep a few minutes into the car ride.

I woke up, still resting on Phil's shoulder but his head on mine and arms wrapped tightly around me. I smiled and sat there wide awake. I didn't want to fall asleep again in case we arrived at our destination soon.

We did, and I shook him slightly to let him know we were here.

"Oh..." Phil looked at his position wrapped around me and blushed intensely. He turned to the cabbie and handed him the money. We climbed out of the cab and onto the front walkway.
We weren't that close to the person who was hosting this party. Didn't even know her. But Pj and Chris knew her well and invited us.

"Hello!" A young woman with bright red hair and an Irish accent greeted us. "You must be Dan and Phil."

"Yeah!" I stuck my hand out for her to shake. "Pleasure to meet you, Ella."

"Yes," Phil smiled and nodded.
We walked in the house and found Pj and Chris immediately.

"Hey guys!" Phil and I hugged them. We grabbed beers, being right next to the drinks table, and sat down on a couch.

"You guys sit so close to each other," Chris pointed out. Me and Phil looked at each other, and I felt my face getting hot. "But me and Pj sit closer." Chris scooted over onto Peej's lap on the love seat they shared. We giggled and Chris returned to his original position. (I don't actually ship Pj and Chris so sorry you won't find them as a couple in my stories)

We caught up with each other, sharing stories of what we were doing when we weren't together.
Phil and I grabbed drink after drink until we were pretty tipsy and slurred our sentences.
Pj and Chris went off to talk with Ella, leaving us with only the company with each other.

"Phil!" I turned him around from where he was staring at some random dude's butt. "I have to tell you something. Look, I've-"

Phil dragged his right hand across my face and squeezed my cheek. He did this often, and called me squishy. I found it cute.

"I've, uh, like you for a long time and ya know, wanted you to know."

"I have too, it's fine," Phil moved his hand to my waist. "Want to dance?"

A slow song just started booming out of the speakers. I nodded and rested my arms on his waist. We swayed slowly and stared deep into each other's eyes.

I went for it. I kissed him.

"Dan..." Phil said after I pulled away. "I'm sober."

"Oh," I said, not knowing how to reply.

"And I love you," Phil pulled me into another kiss.

"I love you too."