Jealousy ((Amazing Phil Fan Fiction))

Chapter 5 - I wanna be drunk when I wake up

-1 month later-

Dan's POV:

I shuffled around awkwardly as Phil was upstairs with Lia. I didn't know what to do with myself. It's been a month now that they have been dating. I thought my silly little crush would have disappeared by now but it has only gotten stronger along with the jealousy that came with it. The two were filming a video. Telling everyone they were dating and that they have been for a month. They wanted to wait a month before they told anybody. I felt useless. I was sick of feeling like that. I needed to do something about it. If that meant telling Lia my feelings then so be it. I couldn't keep doing it to myself. I had to go. I had to escape the whirlwind of jealousy. I had a idea of where to start for short term relief. I wrote a note and left it on the table:

"Hey Guys! I have gone out. I have no idea when I will be back. I didn't want to disturb your video session thing -Dan"

I grabbed my phone and left the note on the table where my keys lay, which I also picked up. I walked out of the house, shutting the door quietly, then down the street. I had one place in my mind to go. One place where I could go and forget all of my worries. The pub. Well not necessarily The pub. It was what was inside the pub. The alcohol. I wanted to be drunk and free from worries. 

I hurried along th streets to get to the nearest pub. I could smell the alcohol from outside. My craving got stronger. 

"Dan? Is that you?" I heard a strange voice call me. I didn't want to turn round but I felt I had to. I slowly turned my head slightly and saw a bunch of young teenage girls out of the corner of my eyes. I acted like I didn't see them and carried on into the pub. I knew they were fans and probably wanted a picture but right about now. I couldn't face them asking questions about Phil and Lia. I get questions asking if they are together practically everyday. I pushed open the double doors and sat down at a red bar stool.

"Yes sir. What can I get you?" The bartender spoke in his deep pitched voice.

"What ever is the strongest in percentage of alcohol please?" I replied keeping my head down.

"Bad day hey mate." He chuckled. I didn't find it funny. 

"Yeah. You could say that." I replied quietly.

"Coming right up then." He disappeared out of my very short eye shot which was slowly filling up with tears. I shouldn't be doing this again. I always turned to the drink to help forget my worries. But I needed to. The barman soon returned with my drink. After that he brought another. And another. The drinks kept on coming until I felt care free. I was about to order another when the barman spoke  out again. His voice faint and small compared to the buzzing swimming around my head from the people around me. "Mate I think you have had enough. No more now. I wont serve you any more." I attempted to stand but stumbled. I gathered my bearings and slowly walked out of the pub. Lifeless. It had worked. It had finally worked. I felt free. Free from the weight of life. I stumbled out of the pub and down the road to the off licence. I walked swiftly but suddenly stopped as I had bumped into a short girl. "Sorry." I mumbled. 

"No I'm sorry, I should of looked where I was going." She looked up at me. I looked at her slightly when I noticed her piercing blue eyes and her dark red hair. She was wearing a daisy flower crown which suited her curled hair and her beautiful face. Something struck me when I looked into her eyes. I felt something deep down. Beneath the alcohol. Beneath all of my worries. I felt warmth. I felt a different sense of love. Different from what I felt for Lia. This wasn't just a crush I was feeling.

"H-hi." I stuttered.

"Are you okay?" She replied. "You look a bit rough." She sounded concerned. She was being to kind. I didn't deserve her company.