Selfish Souls (Phan)

Someone Worth Fighting For : 20

Dan's POV:

For the first time in my life, I go to a party on Friday night. Basil invited Phil and he insisted that I come with him despite my constant pleading that she hated my guts and was only doing this to lead me to my death.

"Come on, she's not that bad," he says, "I know she was a little cold at lunch but warm up to you eventually." I refuse to tell him about her threat earlier. I don't want to hurt their friendship, and I don't know how else I can get out of this. "Fine," I say, fully intending to stay in a corner somewhere the entire night.

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It's loud and bright and the flashing lights and disco balls almost give me seizure. I want nothing but to curl into a ball and sleep at home but I refuse to just abandon Phil at some random get together. Speaking of the devil, Phil stumbles toward me, a beer bottle in hand.

He almost drops it but I hover it in the air before I can grab it. "I think you've had enough," I say taking it away from him. "Aw, don't be a twat. Give it back," he says reaching for it like a child. That's the first time I've heard him cuss. "You can't walk straight, you've had enough alcohol," I say laughing at his behaviour.

"Meanie," he says crossing his arms. His expression changes to a smirk. "Come dance with me," he says, yanking on my arm. "I don't dance," I protest. "Neither do I babe, but I'm willing to make an exception for you," he says his words slightly slured.

I give up fighting him and give into the music and Phil's arms around my waist. "You need to losen up," he says in my ear. "I thought you said not to drink anymore the other day," I say laughing. "That's not what I meant," he says and his lips are already on mine. I curl my fingers into his hair.

It's a drunken kiss, it's sloppy and tastes of alcohol and sweat, but Phil's still Phil and I'm still Dan and nothing feels more right. "You're drunk," I say, breaking the kiss for only a second. "What's your point," he asks. I smile, "You're also crazy."

"I know."

"You were supposed to disagree," I say, laughing.

"With you? Never," he says and even though he's drunk, it melts my heart in ways it shouldn't.

He almost trips but I catch him. "Let's get you home, you're going to get hurt," I say, taking his hand. "You already doing enough damage, I don't know how this party's any worse," a bitter voice says behind me. I turn around to see Basil, arms crossed and a livid expression on her face. "This is my party, and you're not taking my best friend home just because you think he's a little too tipsy. He fine, he wants to stay with me," she says, yanking him from me. He stumbles and I try my best to steady him without touching him.

"He's going to hurt himself, I don't know what you have against me or what I did to upset you. But that's no reason to disregard his safety," I say getting frustrated, "Phil what do you want to do?" She asks. He reaches for me, trying to get away from Basil's grip. I take his hand. "We're leaving, stay away from us until you can either find a way to see through you're emotions or find a better reason to hate me," I snap.

I hold onto Phil's arm, walking him out to his car. I sit him in the passenger seat. He giggles when I search his pockets for the keys, finally finding them and walking over to my side after making sure he's buckled.

I weave through the crowd of cars trying to calm my temper so I don't hit something. Normally I'm a pretty chilled person but mess with someone I care about and I'm not the best when it comes to control. You can beat me and talk crap about all you want but mess with Phil and I have someone worth fighting for rather than just myself.

I take his hand across the console between us. "She's just jealous," Phil says suddenly. "What?" I say, not sure what I heard. "She likes me, *hiccup* I know. She's just being a meanie puss and doesn't like you. Don't *hiccup* listen to her. I love *hiccup* you," he says. I laugh a little,"love you too, spork." I look over and see he's already asleep.

We arrive at my house a couple minutes later, me trying to not turn too harshly so I don't wake up Phil. He mumbles and shifts as we pull into the driveway. "We're home," I say, softly. He waves me off, turning away. I laugh, getting out of the car and help him to the front door.

He almost falls several times but I carry a much of his weight as I can both physically and mentally. I slowly walk him upstairs to my bedroom, sitting him on my bed. I go to get a washrag from my bathroom but he grabs my wrist holding me back, his hand abnormally hot.

"Don't leave me alone," he says sadly. "I'll be right back," I say. I grab the rag, running it under cold water. "Common let's get you into some clean clothes, you're all sticky and gross," I say. I strip him of the t-shirt, grabbing a clean one from my drawer.

He giggles as I slide it on. "That tickles," he says, when my fingers brush against his sides. "Well, well, well. Is Phil Lester ticklish? I know you're darkest secret now," I say. He laughs, falling back when I attack his stomach. "No you don't, no on knows my darkest secret, not even you," he says, still laughing. "Well, care to share this big secret?" I ask smiling at him, going along with his goofiness.

His smile falls. "My dad's cheating, my mum doesn't know it though. I feel so guilty for not telling her but I don't want them to break up," he blurts out and starts crying. My eyes widen not expecting that. "Shh, it's okay. Everything's okay," I say, wiping away his tears like he's done so many times for me and cradling him against my chest. He buries his face in my shirt and I smoothing out his silky hair.

I run the wet rag across his neck to cool him off. "Do you wanna lay down?" I ask softly as I can. I get no response and realise he's asleep when he let's out a small snore. I laugh, tugging him back into my bed and covering him up with the duvet. "Goodnight, my lion," I say against his hair and he tugs me closer in his sleep.