Craft (Dan & Phil)

Intoxication

Dan staggered through the door his laugh echoing through the house. His tie loose around his neck. He shrugged the jacket off as he ran straight into Phil who stared at him as he toppled into his arms.

"Dan- Dan, ow, you're too heavy," exclaimed Phil staggering backwards as Dan fell onto him. "Dan are you alright?"

"I think I might be slightly over intoxicated," he told Phil as he stumbled over his feet. Phil dragged him over to the sofa and pushed him onto it. Dan laughed hysterically. Phil quickly closed the door and turned back to see Dan's face bright red as he dissolved into a fit of giggles, his legs in the air.

"How much did you drink Dan?" Moaned Phil, unsure of what to do with his friend. "What did you drink?"

"Chelsea!" He burst out suddenly. Phil's heart plummeted. "You drank Chelsea?" His mind escaped to places he didn't want his thoughts to go.

"She's beautiful," elaborated Dan.

"Oh," Phil breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course they didn't... do anything.

Dan began to slide backwards off the sofa, laughing as his head met the floor.

"Phil, I'm an octopus!" He called out loudly.

"How is that an octopus?" Asked Phil as Dan continued to slide down. "Come on," he said. "You need to sober up." He grabbed Dans hands and tried to pull him up. Dan wouldn't stop laughing as he tried to pull Phil down.

"Dan, no," snapped Phil. But he laughed anyways as Dan fell on the floor. "Dan stop it!"

"Why you gotta be so ru-u-ude! Doncha know I'm human too-oo-oo!" Screamed Dan at the top of his lungs, singing off key.

"Oh God Dan," mumbled Phil under his breath as Dan continued to belt out the song, cringing.

He pulled Dan to his feet and half shoved him into his bedroom. He pushed him down on the bed, turned off the light and slammed the door, hoping that the silence and dark would calm him down.

Through the closed door Phil could hear his muffled voice shouting terrified.

"I'm afraid of the dark Phil!"

His heart plummeted, he'd forgotten that.

Phil opened the door again and turned on the light to look at Dan with pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled quietly leaning against the door frame. Dan stumbled out past him, ignoring Phil as he began to sing again, Phil did nothing as Dan ran around laughing. He felt his heart sinking in his chest. He felt terrible that he had really shut the door on Dan with his biggest fear.

He let him shout until he finally collapsed and Phil dragged him to his room again.

Phil tucked him in gently, brushing his fingers through Dans hair which had begun to curl again, a faint smile on his lips.

"Goodnight Dan," he whispered swallowing hard. He inhaled, wanting to get in the bed with Dan like they had been the other night.

He picked up Dans phone which had fallen out of his pocket. The screen flickered on as he did. He looked down to see it light up with a picture of Dan and a pretty girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Phil clenched his jaw as he looked at the photo. So that must be Chelsea, he sighed. This is the girl that Dan seems to have fallen in love with.

He closed his eyes and clutched the phone to his chest. He let out a shaky breath and placed the phone beside Dan. He left the room, closing the door and leaving Dan alone in the dark.