Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Drink You Away - Phil Lester

My phone began to ring, I groaned out loud. It was fucking two o'clock in the morning, who was calling me? I looked at the number and I didn't recognize it. I answered anyway, ready to cuss someone out. "Who are you and why are you calling me at fucking two in the morning?" I growled lowly. Whoever it was, they were crying. "Who's this? Are you just playing a prank?"

The person took a deep breath trying to form their sentence. "Y/N." A man spoke up. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I-I need you to stop."

I scoffed. "Who the fuck is this?"

The man continued going on and on. "I need you to stop. Stop being my nightmare. Stop taking my heart. I see you laying next to me and you're fucking not. I need you to stop. Because I'm doing everything I can to get you away from me. I've been trying so damn hard..." He took a deep breath, crying out again. "I can't drink you away, so I need you to stop. I've been through over 10 bottles of vodka and 4 bottles of tequila. I need you to stop."

I over heard another familiar voice in the background of the call. "Phil? What's happened to you?"

My eyes widened when I realized what was happening. "Phil..." I sighed, getting out of bed. Throwing on some shoes and a jacket, I grabbed my keys, leaving my house. "I'm walking over there right now."

There was silence until someone sober spoke up. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I don't even know how he was lucid enough to unblock your number." Dan sighed. "I've got him, go back to bed."

I shook my head before forgetting that Dan couldn't see me. "Uhm, no. No, it's fine. I'm coming over. Let me in." Dan began to say something but I growled out. "Look, it's not like we're hooking up and I'm leaving again. It's not like I'm walking over there just so he can sleep with me one more time. Stop doing that and just wait for me to knock on your fucking front door." I hung up and began to run. I ran until I got to Dan and Phil's apartment building. I trekked up the stairs, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Dan wouldn't answer. "Oh my fucki-" I shook my head and looked on my key ring for their house key, letting myself in.

I walked down the familiar hallways to Phil's room, walking. "I told you not to come." Dan said. 

I shrugged. "Since when do I listen to you? Get out." I said, pulling back Phil's duvet. Dan digressed, walking out and shutting the door behind him. I climbed into bed, pulling an empty tequila bottle out of Phil's hand. "Is this bottle number five?" I asked, sympathetically. Phil nodded, not doing anything. I sighed guiltily. "Come here..." I pulled Phil into a hug as he began to cry.

"Where did I go wrong, Y/N?" He asked, letting go of all of his unanswered questions. "Was I not good enough for you? Was I just boring to you? How did you move on so easily?"

I bit my lip, laying my head on his. "You didn't go wrong, Phil. I needed some time to myself. I haven't been doing great. It wasn't fair to put it all on you, but I guess I did it anyway. I didn't move on easily. An old friend with benefits came over to talk with me and one thing led to another. You're not boring. I planned on coming back in a week. I just needed time to myself, but you thought I was breaking up with you. So, I did what I thought you wanted and ended things as well."

Phil shook his head, still sobbing. "I wanted you to fight. I've noticed your recent change. You've been giving up. I wanted you to fight for something. I thought that I failed as a boyfriend, because I couldn't convince you to fight for anything."

"Aw, Phil, no..." I held him tighter. "No, you didn't need to make me fight for you. I didn't want to give you up."

He sniffled, looking up at me with red-washed blue eyes. "Promise?"

"I'm back, babe. I wouldn't even think about letting go." I kissed his forehead softly, rocking him to sleep before I fell asleep next to him.

When we woke up in the morning, Phil had a huge smile on his face. "I see you and you're here." I giggled slightly and tapped his nose.

"I'm not going anywhere, anymore." I smiled, pulling him into a big morning kiss. "Now," I coughed. "Let's sober you up." Phil threw a pillow at me and I squealed. It felt good to be back.