How Did We Get This Far? (Dan and Phil Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Phil's POV

I rolled over and groaned. My head was pounding, my ears were ringing and my feet were killing me. I slowly sat up and put my head in my hands. "Morning." Clara said into her pillow.

"Do you feel as shit as I do?" I asked her.

"Probably, except I just remembered that I'm now Mrs Lester, and I think that makes up for this fucking headache." She said rolling onto her back.

"Do you remember any of last night?" I asked.

"No, not at all."

"Neither do I!" I said laughing and lying back down next to my wife. "I can't get the image of how beautiful you looked walking down that aisle out of my head, though" I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She patted me on the chest a few times before jumping out of bed.

"Come on, Hubby, let's go face the day." She skipped into the bathroom and started the shower. 

Once we were ready, we walked down into the dining hall where we were meeting family and close friends to go on a trip to the beach.

Everyone was there and ready to go. I looked around the crowd and smiled at them all, my eyes suddenly landed on Dan who looked absolutely awful.

We had hired a bus to take us there and as we all made our way to it, I caught up with Dan. "I hate to say it, Dan, but you look fucking wrecked! Are you okay?"

"I don't think I've ever consumed that much alcohol in my entire life."

"I don't remember you being that pissed at the party, but I guess I don't remember much of last night." I chuckled.

"No, I went to a night club after your party and got pretty hammered." I looked at him, kind of hurt that he had left my wedding party for some crummy night club. I decided to shake it off and not let it bother me.

"Oooo meet anyone there?"

"No, but even if I had I don't think I would be able to remember..." I laughed and shook my head at him as we climbed onto the bus. I sat down next to him and questioned him some more.

"So why did you go to a night club last night, if you had already had booze at my party?" He looked away from me and out the window.

"Your stuff was shit and I felt pretty crap," he said, and then I heard him mumble: "but that's not unusual."

"Dan, what's going on?" I asked. He suddenly became very defensive.

"Nothing! I was feeling crap and didn't want to ruin your special day so I went and got pissed somewhere else." I rolled my eyes

"Dan." I begged him. He sighed.

"I guess I'm just not coping as well without you, as I thought I would." He whispered.

"Dan, you can't live your life dependant on me." He didn't reply, he just rested his head on the window and watched the world pass by.