Together is enough // phanfiction

Part 37

Dan

Phil probably fell asleep because he was silent for the last few minutes of the car ride. When Dan turned off the car on his driveway he shook Phil's shoulder slightly to wake him up. When Phil opened his eyes Dan got out and walked around the car to help Phil get out.

Together, Phil clinging to Dan, they stumbled up to the front door. "You have to be quiet okay?" Dan told Phil, but he was too far out of it to respond. Slowly he opened the door and pulled Phil through. Inside he guided Phil up the stairs and to his room.

Besides swaying from side to side and stumbling a bit he followed Dan carefully. When they got to Dan's room he sat Phil down carefully on his bed and closed the bedroom door. Phil sat for a few seconds but quickly fell backwards. 

Dan knelt down in front of him and started untying his shoes. "I wish everyone were friends." Phil mumbled. "Like... if everyone was just nice to each other..." he let out a big sigh. Dan couldn't help but smile as he pulled of Phil's shoes. "I know Phil." he responded.

"Some people are just so..." he frowned. "Mean..." he turned his head to look at Dan. Dan now bend over to pull Phil up by his collar and took of his coat. "You were very mean." Phil nodded as Dan pulled the coat of off him. "But now you're nice again and I'm like..." Phil rolled his eyes dramatically. "You know?"

Dan chuckled and pulled of the denim jacket as well. Phil let himself fall back immediately when Dan let go of him. "Do you wanna sleep in your jeans?" Dan asked, slightly uncomfortable. He knew Phil was very insecure about himself and he didn't want him to feel uneasy. 

"No!" Phil screwed up his face. "Off!" He demanded as he started to pull on his belt. Dan nodded, "Alright." He took the jeans off while making as little skin contact as possible. He then pulled his duvet back so Phil could crawl underneath it.

"Goodnight Phil." he hummed as Phil quickly rolled up in a comfortable ball and started drifting away. 

"Goodnight Dan." 

Phil

Phil is woken up by his stomach turning. His eyes shoot open and he realizes he's gonna be sick. In one swift motion he stands next to the bed and the first thing he sees is a trash can, so that has to do. 

Before he knows it he is on his knees and last night's dinner is on the bottom of the trashcan. After about a minute he feels like he got everything out and that's the first moment he sees where he is. Dan's room.

Why the hell is he in Dan's room? Dan wasn't at the party right? Phil leans back against the bed and tries to remember the night before. Mia came. They drank. A lot. Then it just all gets hazy. He remembers dancing... and kissing with Mia... 

Wait... Did they... Have I lost my virginity?!  Phil's eyes shoot open again. Fuck... Why would he do that... With a small groan he stands up and looks around the room. He then also notices that he is standing in his underwear.

Blood rushing to his cheeks he covers himself with the duvet lying on the bed, only to see that Dan is not even in the bed. Frowning he looks around the room. Phil's breath gets caught in his throat when he sees Dan sitting on his desk chair, his knees pulled up to his chest and a blanket over him, sleeping. 

He must be really fast asleep if barfing Phil didn't wake him up. Seeing him sleeping there made Phil feel weird and fuzzy inside, but he quickly shook it off. Dan treated him like shit remember?

Phil searches the floor to find his clothes and quickly gets dressed. But wait, if Dan treated him like shit, what was he doing in his bedroom? How did Phil even get here? Phil decided not to care and leave immediately. On Dan's nightstand stood a alarm showing it was 06:07 a.m.

With another quick search Phil found his keys and phone. Taking the trashcan he just vomited in he walked out of the room. Before he closed the door behind him he took one more look at Dan sleeping on his chair. This boy made him so fucking confused.

As silently as possible Phil left Dan's house and emptied his trashcan outside, leaving it by the door. Even though the walk to his own house was only a few minutes, it was enough to make him freezing to the bone, it was so cold out. 

Walking up to his own front door he could feel the dread, his dad was gonna be really mad at him, staying out all night. Phil's mind was racing trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't end with his dad losing his shit... he couldn't find one...

Deciding his dad was gonna kill him either way Phil wasn't even gonna bother with sneaking around. When he entered the house he walked the kitchen in and took a glass of water and a painkiller. 

He lowered himself on a dining chair and rubbed his forehead. What the hell did he do last night? Did he even use protection? Why does he remember being outside? Why was Dan there and how did Phil end up at his place? Why did Dan even care about him enough to take him home with him? 

"Fucking hell..." Phil mumbled before throwing the pill in his mouth and swallowing it with a swig of water. At the same time he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs, his father. He closed his eyes preparing for the worst.

"Hey Phil..." Phil looks up to see his dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen frowning. "You're up early." he says as he walks towards the fridge. "What?" Phil blurts out in confusion. 

"Couldn't sleep?" his dad mumbles as he grabs milk and pours himself a glass. Phil pauses for a second. Did his dad not notice he had been gone all night? Had he not even missed him?

"Eh... Yeah I guess..." Phil looks down at his glass of water, not sure what to do next. "Well, go back to bed and try to get some more sleep alright? I have to finish some work." His dad points at his laptop sitting on the dining table. 

"Yeah of course." Phil stands up and walks out of the kitchen, still confused. "Sleep well." he hears his dad say behind him.

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