addicted (phan)

Max

FOUR

"You what?"

"I don't know, Max," Phil groaned, looking at his screen to see his boyfriend staring right back at him. "They're cool people. For once I actually have a chance at not dying a loser, you know? I just don't know what to do. I don't think I can handle it."

"I know you can," Max told him.

Max and Phil were a long-distance couple and had met over social media. Max was a great person and great boyfriend, it just sucked that Phil couldn't touch him. With him living in California and Phil living in England, communication wasn't so easy with timezones and Max's job.

Max was a hard-worker, being a waiter in a not-so-friendly neighborhood. He was constantly working late, and Phil had been so caught up with his new group of acquaintances that the two haven't talked much lately.

"Promise you'll come to one of my concerts?"

"Of course. I'll save up as much as I can, babe."

Phil smiled at him, thanking him before taking a second to think. "You really think I should do it?"

"I think you should do whatever you want," Max told him. "But yes, if your'e asking for my opinion, I think this could be really great for you. Plus, the idea of having a rockstar boyfriend doesn't sound so bad." The boys giggled and eventually hung up.

As if on cue, right as Phil shut his laptop, he could hear Dan saunter into their dorm. "Phil? Watching porn, I presume?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "Yes of course, Dan, because that's definitely something I'd do."

"Hey, I wouldn't know. Anyway, what's up? You gonna come out of your room or am I gonna speak to you through the door?"

Phil got up and opened his bedroom door, leaning against the wall before speaking up.

"I'm in."

"Huh?"

"I'll join the band."

"What the fuck?"

"Gee, you sound excited."

Dan laughed, running his hands through his curls. "I am, I just. . ." he beamed at Phil. "I didn't think you would- I, wow."

"Are you high or something?"

"Yeah, actually." Dan chuckled. Phil groaned. Dan moved forward and roughly kissed the top of Phil's head before ruffling his hair, pulling back to flash a toothy smile. "You are just full of surprises. I'm excited, though, seriously. Who convinced you? That little voice in your head?"

"Actually I have a boyfriend. . . he's the one I'm always speaking to in my room- I'm not insane and talking to myself. His name's Max."

Dan froze for a bit, snapping out of it and regaining his composure. He stepped away from Phil, nodding awkwardly. "Well tell him I said thank you."

And thus began the beginning of the new and improved alternative rock band: Addicted.

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Tomorrow would be the day they'd leave to board a tour bus and head to their first stop: Mexico City, Mexico. Phil was never one to go to the beach either, fearing sharks and other sea creatures, however the band insisted that they'd hit the beach before the show.

Phil was half asleep when he woke up to his phone ringing, picking it up and hearing his boyfriend's angry tone seep through the receiver.

"Phil? You haven't called me in days. . . you've barely replied to my texts as well. What's up with you?"

"I'm sorry, I've been busy packing and everything-"

"Packing? I saw your face all over twitter yesterday. Fans caught pictures of you and your friends clubbing. Don't lie to me."

Phil nearly choked. "Max-"

"I understand that you're trying to be more social and I'm proud of you, but I didn't know that meant you'd stop being social with me, y'know? We used to talk on the phone every night. . ."

"I'm sorry, Max, I really am."

"Prove it then please. I like you a lot and I don't want this to break off." Max's tone became softer, now fragile and sad.

"It won't, I promise. I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright, babe?"

There was hesitation before Max sighed. "Alright. Goodnight." Then he hung up before Phil could reply. Phil sat up, tears welling his eyes. He never liked upsetting people, especially when it was Max. Max meant so much to him and kept him sane, and Phil swore to himself he wouldn't let this go.

Just as he was about to let himself cry, Dan busted down the door, shuffling in backwards and singing along to some pop song. Phil jumped, gazing up at him. Dan had a hairbrush as a microphone, swaying his hips, still not seeing Phil's sad eyes.

Once Dan noticed that he came in at the wrong time, he froze, turned off the music, clearing his throat. "I, uh. . ." he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna redo this. Hold on, stay there."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Phil murmured, holding his knees to his chest. Dan ran out his room, shutting the door after him. There was fast footsteps, something open and closing, clashing, until Dan knocked softly.

"Philip Lester, dear roommate of mine, I conclude that I have heard you crying? May I enter your palace?"

Phil cringed, holding in laughter. "You may."

The door opened again, revealing Dan holding a box of pizza and a fake mustache sticking to his face.

"Pizza delivery," Dan said in a horrible attempt at an Italian accent. Phil smiled funnily at him, raising an eyebrow at him. "It's leftovers. But hey, it's good, and I eat my feelings so you should too. We can watch one of your stupid documentaries!"

"It's not stupid-"

"I'm kidding," Dan flashed a toothy grin, sitting down next to him and handing him a slice of the pizza. He ripped off the mustache, hissing at the pain for a second before awkwardly sticking it on Phil's nightstand. Phil eyed him, giggling. "So what's wrong?"

"Relationship problems," he huffed. Dan nodded and Phil decided he didn't want to elaborate, so he changed the subject. "I'll get my laptop."

"Wait! Are we having a sleepover? Should I change into my jammies?"

"You're so gross," Phil laughed harder. Dan told him he'd be right back, coming back changed in some TV show nerd shirt and fluffy pajama pants with music notes printed on them.

"What? You think you're the only nerd in this house?"

Phil rolled his eyes but went to the bathroom to change into his own pajamas while Dan put in a documentary disc. He came back out in a book nerd shirt and printed boxers, sliding into the covers and moving next to Dan.

Later in the movie, they had finished off the pizza, Phil asleep on Dan's lap. Dan looked down at him, admiring him for a quick second before shaking it off.

His friend was tired, he didn't have the heart to wake him up just to get him to move. So Dan let the documentary finish, moving the laptop to the floor and flipping off the lamp.

And like that, Dan fell asleep leaning against the headboard, Phil snuggled against his lap.