It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night(Phan)

It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night- Chapter 9

A/N:

HELLO! Sorry I didn't write yesterday, I was out celebrating! I GOT INTO THE HIGH SCHOOL OF MY FIRST CHOICE!!! Seriously, I was crying the whole day because I was so happy. I was emotionally unstable and therefor I couldn't write, I actually kind of have an excuse this time on why I didn't write. Anyways, on to Chapter 9 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night!

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One Week Later

*Dan's POV*

The last week had been utter perfection, everything was just amazing. Phil and I had been spending every second of the week together. We just cuddled, watched movies, built forts, ate, and cuddled more, the usual things you do when you’re in an amazing relationship. We traveled all around the city together, exploring the places that we never bothered to walk into. We went to see Avatar in 3D and we kissed in 3D glasses, and to my surprise, nobody gave a damn that Phil and I were both guys and together.

Jenna and I never did anything like this during our relationship. The majority of our time together was spent with me either buying things for her or carrying the things she bought. After getting together with Phil, I came to realize that the relationship I had with Jenna was complete shit. I hoped the guy that she cheated on me with, the one she was with now, was suffering with all of her bratty ways.

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I put a scoop of ice cream on each waffle and then covered them both with syrup. I poured a cup of tea and a glass of orange juice, then prepared some toast. I filled a thin vase with water and dropped in a single purple rose, Phil’s favorite color. I literally searched up what the color of the rose meant and it seemed to represent the situation I was in right now. I realized that I had feelings for Phil from when we first met, I was just too dumbfounded to notice them; this rose represented just that.

I picked up the tray and walked slowly to Phil’s room, careful not to knock over the cups or vase over. I quietly crept into his room and placed the tray on his nightstand. I sat on the side of his bed and stared at him for a while. He was too adorable when he slept with his hair all messy and a small smile spread onto his lips.

I lightly leaned in and began to peck all over his face, waking him up as gently as I could. As soon as I placed my lips onto his, his eyes flew open to meet mine. I pulled back and smiled at him, keeping our eye contact. “Good morning sleepyhead,” I talked soothingly, flicking his nose, “Guess what I have for you?”

Phil began to look worried; he never liked surprises and always thought they ended up terribly for him. I reached towards the tray put it over his laps. “Happy one week anniversary!” I chirped with excitement, “You better be thankful for this, I worked my ass off on making this for you,” I laughed.

A huge smile crept across his face and his tiredness immediately washed off. “One week anniversary?” he giggled, “Does this mean that I’m getting one of these every week?” I lightly pushed his shoulder, trying to look upset but obviously failing. “Oh, shut up!” I huffed, struggling to look mad at him, “Just say thank you.”

He immediately began to dig into the waffles, gulping them down with some orange juice. “I’ll thank you later,” he winked at me, causing me to blush feverishly. It was so weird how such an innocent cutie could turn into a bundle of hotness in a matter of seconds. I picked the rose out of the vase and pointed out the little note attached to it.

The purple rose, standing for majesty, glory, and enchantment. Showing that the giver of the rose has had feelings for the receiver since they first laid eyes on them. Just because I didn’t realize that I liked you ever since we first met, and that this relationship, the one we have right now, is magically glorious. –Dan xx

Phil’s smile only grew wider before he quickly scorched down his entire meal within two minutes, placed the tray on the side, and jumped onto top of me, pulling me into a loving kiss. “Dan, you’re seriously the best boyfriend ever,” he looked into my eyes, obviously trying his best to hide the red creeping onto his cheeks. I pulled him back in for another kiss, keeping it loving and caring, not using any tongue. “I could say the same back to you,” I giggled, “Though, you’re the only guy I’ve actually dated.”

Phil just shook his head and laughed before placing his lips back onto mine. I felt his thumb caress my jaw line and a shiver ran down my spine, warm instead of cold. I placed my arms around his neck and slipped strands of his messy hair through my fingers.

We continued the kiss for several moments, not making it any more intense than what it was. We kept it a sweet and warm kiss, just to show each other how much we cared for one another. I didn’t want to break the kiss but suddenly the ringing of our doorbell broke it off.

I sighed and separated my lips from Phil’s, looking rather annoyed. “I’ll get it,” I grunted as Phil rolled off me and I pushed myself out of the bed. I slid my feet across the floor towards the entrance to our flat before opening the door. My eyes widened in shock but then began to crease with an expression of anger and annoyance. Charlie Casey, Phil’s ex-best friend. Literally the worst guy to ever walk the earth, at least to me.

Woop. Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! Sorry if I went a little overboard with the fluff and all... I just felt really fuzzy today so I had to just let out my emotions. Anyways, leave your feedback and stuff and I’ll love you forever! Thanks for 600 reads and thanks for reading in general!

*Disclaimer: I don’t hate on Charlie (AKA CharlieSkies) what so ever, he just seemed like the person it’d make most sense to put in. I don’t hate on anybody... except for One Direction and Justin Bieber >.> <.<*