Dan's P.O.V
I could barely feel anything a few seconds ago, but my senses begin to come back to me slowly; which feels horrible. A pain is stinging the back of my head, and my eyes feel glued shut. I can feel bruises on my legs - most probably from where I fell.
The ability to open my eyes begins to come back to me, and I open them slowly, looking around the entire room. I'm in my bedroom. Richie is sitting in a chair in the corner, practically day dreaming. He notices that I've woken up, so he puts down the elastic band he's holding. I sit up and stand up, backing towards the wall in complete agony. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
A pitiful laugh escapes his lips, clearly showing that I am completely powerless against him. "I love you, Dan. Please don't try and leave me. Not that you can anyway..."
"What do you mean 'not that I can', you sicko?" I spit, glaring straight at him. A little smirk appears on his face as he steps a few steps towards me, right before he's breathing down my neck. "You're locked in." He whispers in my ear, sending cold shivers down my spine. How could he? He's horrible. What was he expecting to do? Seduce me?
He steps back, walking towards the door "Shout me if you need anything, babe." He winks and walks out of the door, shutting it behind him.
I want Phil.
I need Phil.
I love Phil.
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Drunk - A Phanfiction
FanfictionWhen Dan and Phil go to a party and Dan gets drunk, will he reveal more than he should about how he feels? READ CHAPTER TITLES IN CASE OF TRIGGER WARNINGS!
