It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night(Phan)

It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night- Chapter 6

A/N: 

Hi! So, here's another chapter of the story! I've had less homework than usual for the last two days and I don’t really have any shows to watch on Wednesdays and Thursdays -except for American Idol- so I got myself time to write. So, enjoy Chapter 6 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night!

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Two Weeks Later

*Phil's POV*

For the last two weeks things had been extremely awkward between Dan and me. Even if I told him that I didn’t remember anything about the night we kissed, I think he figured that I still remembered. How could I not remember? I was kissed by Dan Howell, my best friend, the guy that I fell in love with. Yeah, I was really drunk, but if you’re kissed by someone you have such strong feelings for, I think it’s kind of hard not to remember.

I sat in my room and scrolled through different websites on my laptop. I’ve been doing this for the last two weeks. I got up in the morning, went to work, came back home, dashed to my room while trying to avoid Dan, and went on my laptop since there was nothing else to do. Dan and I barely talked for the last two weeks; things were just so awkward for us.

The day after we came home from Chris and PJ’s we tried to just spend a day together, hanging out like we used to before Jenna, but I felt this huge distance between us, even if we were sitting right next to one another. I knew he remembered the kiss but he was acting awkward because he was drunk when he kissed me and felt nothing towards it. There was no other explanation as to why he would kiss me, was there?

The awkwardness was always bothering me, even when I wasn’t around him. I felt like the awkwardness spread throughout the flat and painted itself upon the walls. We barely talked to each other, aside from the usual, “How was work?” and “Good morning.” We couldn’t hold up a normal conversation with each other without sounding like robots. We just gave up on each other, hoping that time would heal the space between us.

But, I knew it wasn’t going to. Time wasn’t going to heal anything, I had to take matters into my own hands. I needed to talk to Dan, even if he wasn’t up to talking to me. I couldn’t take this distance between us, it wasn’t supposed to be like this for best friends.

I shut my laptop and looked over at my alarm clock, 2:03am. Knowing Dan, I knew he was probably still awake right now and doing something in the lounge, the perfect chance for me to talk to him. I reluctantly opened my door and headed into the lounge, finding Dan sitting on the sofa arranging his Tumblr queue in a color coordinated fashion on his laptop.

“H-hey,” I muttered quietly, not stepping anymore into the room so Dan didn’t feel like I was invading his space. Dan jumped up, almost rolling off the sofa, and turned to face me with a frightened face. “Phil, you scared me shitless!” he growled, not actually sound aggressive but shocked instead. “Sorry,” I laughed lightly, trying to loosen the tense feeling between us, “Can we talk for a second?”

Dan’s eyes widened, as if he was surprised that I wanted to talk to him. He pondered for a moment before sighing and nodding his head, patting the spot on the sofa next him. I walked over and flopped myself down next to him, trying not to look stiff. “I feel like we need to talk about what happened between us at Chris and PJ’s house,” I muttered, looking down at my hand and avoiding eye contact with him.

“I was just looking at your body because--” I put my hand up before he could finish his sentence; we both knew I wasn’t talking about him staring at my body. “Dan, you know I lied about not remembering the kiss,” I sighed, still looking down at my hands, “It’s okay though, it was just a drunken kiss between us. I was drunk and so were you, and you were lonely after breaking up with Jenna and I was just not aware of myself, so it just happened. I really don’t want things to be this awkward between us anymore; it’s crushing me to see our friendship die down like this because of one stupid kiss.”

I still didn’t look up Dan, extremely terrified to look into his beautiful cinnamon-brown eyes. “I don’t want things to be awkward between us either,” he whispered, “I don’t want us to be distant like this for the rest of our lives.” I took his words as a sign of comfort and finally felt relaxed enough to look up at him. Our eyes met right away and didn’t break contact once they connected. I took in all of his features, the beautiful ones that I couldn’t observe for such a long time. I smiled lightly and kept looking up at him, the silence between us was finally not silent for once.

“Phil,” he broke the contact between our eyes but continued to look at me, observing all of my features as well, “Can I just try something first?” I was confused but didn’t hesitate to let him try what he wanted to. I shook my head and leaned away for him, giving him space to do whatever it was he wanted to do. “Okay, close your eyes,” he spoke softly, not moving from his spot.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion but closed my eyes anyways, my trust was still with Dan, even after the two weeks of distance. “Dan, what are you going to do?” I began to feel a little anxious, worrying that he’d do some kind of silly prank as a welcome back to our friendship kind of thing, but he didn’t. Instead, I felt his breathing get incredibly close to my face, especially my lips.

“Just don’t be surprised,” he whispered, “I just want to see what happens if we’re both sober.” I tensed up, automatically knowing what was about to happen. Before I could resist, I felt his soft lips brush up against mine and I kissed back as a reflex. As cliché as it sounded, I felt sparks light up around us as I felt a shock of electricity rush through my body.

I began to pull back, thinking that Dan wasn’t feeling anything between us, but I was wrong as Dan pulled himself back into me and kissed with more power. He slowly straddled himself on my laps and wrapped his arms around my neck, keeping our kiss more sweet rather than intense. I placed my hands around his waist and followed the movements of his lips, trying to let him know that if he felt the need to stop or if this was just too awkward for him that he could just break the kiss and I wouldn’t make anything of it. But this time, he didn’t stop like he did at Chris and PJ’s, he just continued pecking my lips, breaking away every once in a while for air.

We continued kissing for about another five minutes but it only seemed like two seconds right when Dan rolled off of me. I looked up at the ceiling, not looking over at Dan, afraid to see the reaction on his face. The silence between us wasn’t awkward but I still felt terrified as to what was going to happen to us and our friendship.

Eventually, Dan broke the silence, “Phil, I’ve got to tell you something.” My heart fell and my whole body stiffened, I knew what he was going to say. He was going to break our relationship, he was going to say that he didn’t want to be friends anymore and leave me here, alone in this flat. “That night, when we kissed,” he muttered, “I really wasn’t that drunk.”

I looked over at him in shock and confusion, wondering what he was going to say next due to the fact that my first prediction was next. “But, when I kissed you then, I wasn’t myself; the moment just took over me,” he smiled at me, “But, the kiss we just shared now. It just finalized that I felt just as much of a connection between us as I did when I kissed you at the party.”  

I was pretty much speechless so I just stayed silent, as if to tell him to continue talking. “I think I actually really like you, Phil,” he began to ramble, “I was just to blind to see it, I was too afraid of our relationship that I used Jenna as some sort of excuse. I really like you, Phil. I know for sure that I do, and I want to be with you. I just want us--.” I quickly interrupted him as I went in for another kiss, stopping his lips from moving as they collided against mine. “Dan Howell,” I pulled away from him and looked into his deep colored eyes, “Will you be my boyfriend?” Dan just laughed and pulled me into a huge hug. “Of course I will you cheesy bastard,” he laughed and continued hugging me. I laughed along and an enormous smile flew across my face. I finally had Dan, and not as a friend, as a boyfriend. Dan Howell, my best friend, the guy that I thought was straight and would never like me that way I liked him, was finally my boyfriend.

Aw. Phan. Yay. Yeah, so that’s the end of this chapter. I hope their relationship wasn’t too rushed; I just want to finish this series because my idea for the next story is killing me. Anyways, thank you for reading and leave me your desperately wanted feedback! Thanks for 300 reads and thanks so much for reading! <3