Jealous? (Dan Howell/Phil Lester x reader)

5: Reject

your pov

I jumped at Phil's hand on my shoulder. It came entirely unexpected. What was this? I'd left them to their night and had gone to enjoy myself in my own company like I had originally planned to, as I din't want to intrude and Dan was clearly not feeling very happy with me there.

"Holy heck! You scared me!" I giggled.

"Haha, sorry. I didn't mean to!" 

I smiled at Phil and waited. I had no idea what he wanted or why he was here. It wasn't that I minded talking to him, on the contrary, but I just didn't understand why he would ditch his best friend to come talk to a fan said friend was obviously rather annoyed about. Did I drop something? Did I have a huge tear in the back of my top? 

"Sorry about Dan. I mean, you didn't have to leave", Phil started.

Oh no... I didn't want to get in the middle of this, but I also didn't want to be rude and cut him short...

"It's okay, I didn't leave because of Dan."
I mean, it wasn't an outright lie. I left of my own accord because I was a stranger meddling in someone else's night out uninvited. I felt Dan was entirely justified in his attitude. Lord knows if I had been out with a friend and they'd dragged in a random stranger who somehow knew me and liked me even though I'd never even heard of them, I'd probably have been more than mildly unpleasant for the rest of the evening. It didn't feel right to blame Dan for my decision to leave them be.

"He shouldn't have been so rude. He was very short with you," Phil continued, seemingly disregarding my comment. "I really feel he owes you an apology."

I put my hand on Phil's arm to stop him from turning around and waltzing over to Dan to demand he'd come and say sorry. 
"Really, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I get that he's in no mood for creepy fans he's never met before", I laughed. Come on, Y/N, lighten the mood.

"You aren't creepy though!" Phil said.

"Haha, thanks. But you know how Dan is." I gave him a little wink. Joke, joke. Steer the conversation to a friendly and polite way of saying it was nice chatting but go and fucking enjoy your night with your friend who is feeling uncomfortable with me, and now probably also left out and abandoned because you're here chatting to the very person he's uncomfortable with. 

"Hah, yeah. But he could stand to be less uptight sometimes", Phil replied.

From the corner of my eye I could see Dan had moved closer to us. He tried to blend into the crowd, but kept a sharp eye out and had all the appearance of a body guard solely there to protect Phil. I felt bad. I understood his suspicion. I  knew I had no ill intent, but I was painfully aware that he couldn't look inside my mind and it would be egotistical of me to demand the benefit of the doubt. I had to finish this quickly.

"Maybe, but he's probably just a little salty that you're ditching him for me on your night out", I joked.

Phil burst out laughing, but didn't seem to have any intention of taking the hint. I couldn't be sure if he actually didn't take the hint, or just chose to ignore it, but I quickly realised this was going to be entirely up to me. 

"It was really nice talking to you, but I'm gonna do what I came for and have a nice solo dance party. See you on Twitter!" I raised my glass to him before disappearing into the crowd.