Stars . {Phan}

T H R E E

{Dan's pov}

"yes, ill be right there."

I end the call with the bouncer on Phil's phone and throw on some shoes and a hoodie running out the door to a taxi.

"the club downtown, fast please," I tell the taxi driver.

As I get closer to the club I see a very drunk Phil standing outside with a bouncer. Once the Taxi stops i jump out and run over to where the bouncer is with Phil. The bouncer hands me Phil's phone and goes back inside. 

"Phil?"

 Phil looks at me and then slurs, "get a-away from me I want Dan," 

"I am Dan." 

His face goes through a mix of emotion before he engulfs me in a hug. 

"Alright Phil, let's get you home," 

I bring him over to the taxi. Once we get home i help Phil out of the taxi and into the flat. Eventually i give up trying to get him up the stairs on his own so i pick him up and carry him into his room. I put him onto his bed and sit next to him. 

"Phil, you smell like alcohol i think you need to change." 

Phil just looks at me confused, so I get up and go through his drawers until I find the pajama one, I pull out some random pair of pajama pants and toss them at him. 

"Put these on, ill be rights back,"

I walked out from his room and went to our kitchen to get him aspirin and a glass of water. I came back to his room and knocked on the door. there is only quiet so I slowly open the door to reveal Phil starting to fall asleep on his bed. I shut the light and head into my room. I realize i still have Phil's phone in my pocket, i pull it out and see it's on 7%. I lean over my bedside table and grab the charger that's plugged in and plug his phone in to charge. I collapse on my bed and cover myself in the covers, letting myself shut my eyes and sleep.

{Phil's pov}

I wake up and I don't remember anything for a moment, then everything from last night hits me like a wave. I got drunk, very very drunk. I feel like my stomach is in knots and i feel like my head is going to implode. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. I hear running behind me and within a minute Dan is right next to me. 

"I'll go get headache pills," he says and runs off again. 

He comes back a moment later with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. He helps me stand up and he hands me 2 pills and the water. I swallow them and Dan leads me back to my bed. 

"You have to lay down for a while, we don't want your headache to get worse," he says calmly and sits on the edge of my bed. 

"Thanks" 

Dan nods but doesn't say anything else. He just sits. He sits in the silence with me. 

"Are you okay Dan?" I ask after about 10 minutes of only our breathing. 

Dan shifts slightly and starts to say something but stops. After another 5 or so minutes he talks. 

"I should be asking if you're okay." 

He shakes his head and stands up obviously frustrated. "Who is this guy you like Phil? Did he hurt you in some way? Did he do something that made you go out and get drunk last night?" 

I go silent. There is nothing I could say or do to make this better. It feels like my heart is in my throat. 

"Well, are you gonna speak Phil?"

"He didn't do anything--" i start but Dan cuts me off. 

"Don't give me that shit Phil, tell me the truth."

"He didn't do anything, Dan. It was my choice, i went and i got drunk on my own." I say quietly. 

"Phil when you want to tell me the truth and what's actually going on i'll be here." with that Dan left my room. 

I sigh and lay back in my bed and shut my eyes. I don't remember the last time Dan got properly angry with me. I sit up again looking around for my phone so I can put on music to block the whole world out for a bit, after not finding it for 15 minutes I head out into our lounge. I can't remember a lot from last night and i certainly don't remember where i put my phone. 

"Fuck," I mutter to myself. 

I hear shuffling in the kitchen and look over to see Dan rummaging through the cupboards. 

"Dan, have you seen my phone after last night?"

"I don't know Phil, maybe you shouldn't have gone out without telling anyone and got drunk." he snaps back. 

"Thanks for your help then," I mutter quietly and head back up to my room.

 I open my laptop and play a mix of Muse, Panic! And Fall Out Boy on full volume. I bury myself under the covers and soon fall asleep. 

a/n: I'm trying to post a chapter every Saturday, and so far I've been doing quite well with that. Also, I'm going back through 'stereotypical' and editing the story, nothing major will change, I'm just fixing it up a bit but, if ya wanna go back and re-read you can. :)