Wrong Bar ~A Dan and Phil fanfic

Gay is the way

"Oh come on Phil, you don't actually have to be gay to go to a gay bar!" Tyler Oakley rolled his eyes, smiling at Phil.
"Isn't that kind of the point though?" Phil sighed. Tyler copied this sigh and sat beside Phil on his bed.
"Look Phil, I just don't wanna go on my own. It'll be fine. No ones gonna judge you! Just explain you're going with me for support." Tyler patted Phil's hands. Phil hesitated.
"Fine." He spoke through a heavy sigh. Tyler squealed in excitement.
"Okay great! Now help me choose an outfit."

As Tyler and Phil neared the bar, Phil began to slow down.
"Tyler I really don't wanna-" Phil began, but Tyler had pulled him into the 'Imagine' bar and sat him beside him at the bar. Plenty of men were swarming around Tyler now. Phil sat awkwardly behind him in silence, he had fixed his eyesight on a certain stained part on the wall and he stared at it trying to distract himself from the situation.
"Hey Phil?" Tyler asked. Phil broke his staring contest with the stain and turned to look at Tyler.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay? Then I'm gonna dance for a bit. Get a drink, relax." Tyler winked at him before hurrying away into the darkness of the bar/club before Phil could protest. Phil winced.
"Hey." A slurred voice spoke from beside him. Phil turned to look for the source of the voice. It came from a middle aged man, clearly drunk, he had unkept dark hair and stubble and bloodshot eyes to accompany it all.
"Um.. Hello." Phil replied quickly, hoping he wanted nothing more than a response. He was wrong.
"What's your name" the stranger smirked, leaning on the bar.
"P..Phil." Phil stuttered. His heart was beating, he was scared.
"Well Phil can I buy you a drink?"
"No thank you I'm-"
"Oi." He clicked his fingers at the bartender.
"Two of your strongest." He demanded. Phil swallowed hard, turning his face away from the stranger, Phil closed his eyes and began counting to 10. Phil never was good with people, he would get anxious and panic, his coping mechanism was to close his eyes and count to 10. It wasn't working. He was at least up to 50 when the stranger moved closer.
"Phil. You're quiet." He spoke. Phil opened his eyes and looked at him.
"S-sorry." Phil sounded on the verge of tears.
"My name's Richard." He grinned in a clearly drunk fashion. He pushed the drink over to Phil that had been sat there for a couple minutes. Richard smiled and raised his glass.
"To Phil. The boy with the most beautiful eyes in this entire club." He laughed to himself. Phil forced a weak smile.
A napkin slid over to Phil. Phil was confused, he looked down at it once Richard had begun ordering more drinks.
"Don't drink it." The napkin read in black biro. Phil didn't look for the owner of the napkin, but he slowly slid the drink away from him.
"So Phil. Fancy coming back to mine for a couple more drinks?" Richard spoke, glaring at the untouched glass. Phil barely had time to reply before Richard stood up and began to tug on his arm. Phil's eyes were wide with panic.
"No please-" suddenly Richard was interrupted. Phil was released and he looked to a boy. A boy in all black. The boy and Phil made brief eye contact, his eyes told him it was going to be okay.
"Are you going somewhere with my best friend?" The boy asked Richard.
"Best friend?" Richard scoffed.
"I doubt you even know his name boy!" Richard laughed and went to grab Phil again.
"His name is Phil. I also know you slipped something into his drink didn't you?" The boy stood in between Richard and Phil. The bartender was glaring at Richard. As you can imagine, Richard was gone pretty quickly.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, turning around. He had dark, wavy hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie and black skinny jeans.
"I'm fine.. Thank you. But why-" Phil began.
"You thought I was going to let him take you away?" The boy frowned.
"That'd make me as bad as him." The boy pulled down his hood. Phil nodded awkwardly in agreement, still shaken by the situation.
"What're you doing here? You look so uncomfortable. You forced or something?" The boy frowned.
"Kinda.. I agreed to come with my friend for support." Phil rubbed his arm awkwardly.
"You need to go home. Your friend will forgive you." The boy advised.
"Yeah.. I think I might." Phil spoke, quite dazed.
"I'll walk you home. Don't worry. I'm not a nasty pedo like him. I'll walk you home then I'll leave." The boy spoke supportively.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll leave a bit before your house too." He continued.
"T-thanks." Phil stood up and walked out with the boy.

"What were you doing in there?" It was Phil's turn to ask the questions now.
"It was a bar. I went to get a drink. There were so many guys in there though." The boy frowned as they walked through town in the dark.
"...it was a gay bar." Phil paused. The dark haired boy's eyes widened.
"What??" He asked bewildered. Phil burst out in laughter. The boy turned bright red.
"W-wrong bar." He stammered as Phil laughed. They walked the rest of the way with mostly the boy asking Phil if he was okay over and over again.

"This is it." Phil nodded to his apartment as they neared it.
"Thank you." Phil nodded and smiled at the boy as he went up the steps.
"Stay safe, best friend." The boy smirked. Phil smiled back, stepping inside, but pausing.
"Hey!" He called after the boy. He turned around.
"What's your name?" Phil asked. The boy paused before smiling.
"Dan. Dan Howell." He grinned before continuing to walk away. Phil watched him leave before closing the door behind him, making sure to lock it.