It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night(Phan)

It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night- Chapter 19

A/N: 

I'm back! Sorry, I was out traveling with the Doctor and you know, I kind of lost track of time. *bah dum tsss* Hehe… yeah I'll stop now. But, in reality I just had writer's block because this story is coming to an end and I was struggling to find a way to end it without making it complete crap. So yeah, I'm here and this ISN'T the last chapter. Here's chapter 19 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night! 

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*Dan's POV*

I stared blankly at the Chris and PJ’s door as it closed in front of me. I sighed and turned around, beginning to walk with my head pointed at the ground. How long was I going to have to wait? How much time would I have to give him? How much time was ‘a little time’? Would I just know when Phil had his time? There were so many questions but only one thing stuck out in my mind. Charlie.

I was not going to let him stay in that flat without even trying to get him out. But the truth was, getting him out wasn’t my exact thought at the moment. Charlie was obviously somehow messed up and the first thing I wanted to do was help him.

I picked up my pace as I rushed towards to Fiona’s and Imogen’s flat to get the keys to mine and Phil’s flat. I let my hair get messed up by the wind, as it was already a huge mess from all the days I’ve spent lying in the guest room bed. I pulled at my sleeves as I continued to speed walk down the alleyways before the building came to my sight.

I rushed into the flat to find Imogen and Fiona making out on the sofa. I cleared my throat and they quickly jumped off of each other, blushing furiously. “I really have been taking away all your privacy, haven’t I?” I sighed, feeling bad for staying around the flat so much. They both shrugged, letting me know that I was taking away their private time together.

“Don’t worry,” I chuckled, breaking the awkward silence, “I think I’m going to head back home.”

Imogen and Fiona both widened their eyes in confusion and shock. “But, what about Charlie?” Fiona chimed, “Isn’t he still at the flat?” I nodded and looked down at the ground, not being able to keep eye contact after walking in so rudely. “It’s okay, though,” I reassured them, “He obviously is alone and needs help getting through whatever is making him act this way and I think I’ll be that person to help.”

Imogen and Fiona both nodded and smiled at me, letting me know that they were proud of me for doing something productive and actually making something out of the whole situation with Phil. I headed out the room and grabbed my bags, throwing in the few pairs of clothing that I used while I was here. I pretty much stayed in the same outfit the whole time since I never left the room and laid around all day. I grabbed the keys to the flat and headed back into the room to catch Imogen and Fiona on top of each other once again.

I groaned, making sure they heard me, and they jumped off each other and turned back to their shades of red. “You could’ve at least waited until I left,” I laughed before heading towards the door and opening it. I turned to look back at the both of them and they smiled at me, “Thanks so much for letting me stay here. I really wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t for you.”

They both nodded, “Of course, you always do favors for me, I might as well return the job.” I smiled before heading out and closing the door behind me, chuckling silently at loud sigh of relief they both released once the door shut. I walked down the corridor and hopped into the lift, pressing the button to go down to the lift.

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I unlocked the door and took a deep breath before walking in to find Charlie sprawled onto the sofa watching TV. He looked at me and smirked causing me to cringe and roll my eyes. “Miss me?” he giggled, causing me to huff loudly. I threw my bags to the side and sat down on the sofa, keeping as much distance between us as possible.

“Don’t even start with me,” I gave him a stern look, to let him know I wasn’t in a joking mood, “I only came back to help you.” Charlie glared at me with a slightly pissed off and confused expression in his eyes. “What makes you think I need help with anything?” he shrugged and looked back at the TV screen. I rolled my eyes at his ignorance, hearing the obvious faux in his voice. “Charlie, come on,” I sighed, “I know there’s something wrong with you and your life. It might not even be a big thing, but I know for sure that the way you act isn’t the way the real you would.”

Charlie glared at me before softening his gaze and muting the TV, turning to face my direction. “What do you mean ‘the way I act’?” he actually sounded intrigued by what I was saying to him at the moment. “Charlie, get real,” my voice echoed through the room, “First Phil, then me. Coming onto people like that is obviously not something a person with nothing wrong with them would do. Now tell me what’s up?”

Sadness filled Charlie’s eyes and he looked down at his hands, fiddling his fingers due to nervousness. I seemed to crack something in him and I was about to find out what. “I’m alone,” Charlie whispered, “Everyone left me, even my parents don’t want me around. My whole life, I got close to people and built actual relationships with them, but then they just left me.”

I didn’t interrupt, knowing that he wasn’t done speak, and continued to listen. “I was so done with everyone that I pushed everybody away, until I met Phil,” his voice cracked once he announce the name, “I fell in love with him, but he never felt the same and I just got so overwhelmed with the fact that he would leave me eventually as well that I began coming onto him, hoping that he’d change his mind and decide to love me like I loved him.”

I grew a little jealous and clenched my fist at his words but recognized the use of his past tense words. “But, why’d you come onto me when you knew I was with Phil?” I chimed in, realizing that he wasn’t saying anything for a few seconds. He glanced up at me before looking back down, letting out a huge breath. “I don’t know, I was just being stupid,” he struggled to find a good explanation, “I guess you’re such a vulnerable person that I thought you’d give up Phil to be at my side.”

I sucked in air between my teeth and glued my eyes onto him, relaxing the tension in my fists. “Look, I’m sorry if I somehow took Phil away from you, that was actually his decision,” I kept my eyes on him, “But, I know that I would never leave Phil for anyone or anything, and we’re going to find you someone who would do the exact same thing for you.”

Charlie looked up at me and let out a sigh of relief but then brought a confused look onto his face. “Why do you all of a sudden want to help me?” he asked, not looking down this time and holding my eye contact. “I don’t know, I guess that everyone deserves a second chance no matter how bad the thing they did to break their first chance was,” I smiled slightly before getting up and heading to the door.

“Where are you going?” Charlie jumped off of the sofa and rushing over to me. I turned around and smiled at him reassuringly, “Don’t worry I’m not leaving you.” He let out a relived breath and went back to the sofa, flopping himself onto it and unmuting the TV. “I just need to get someone,” I grinned, knowing exactly who’d help Charlie out, “I’ll be back soon, get yourself tidied up and looking good and stuff.” Charlie let a loud, annoyed moan and got up off of the sofa as I giggled and left the flat, closing the door behind me.

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YAY! I think this chapter wasn’t so bad considering the fact that I still have small writer’s block and stuff. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading and all. Leave me your feedback and stuff. Sorry I haven’t been replying lately, I keep telling myself to reply but then I forget and never get to it. Oops. But yeah, thanks for 2,400 reads and for reading in general. Love you all <3