The Phan in Our Stars

Part Four

"Dan, I love you so much," Phil said, laying his head on Dan's chest.

"I love you too," Dan smiled, running his fingers throug Phil's black locks. He had noticed Phil's hair thinning since he'd started chemo, but he hadn't mentioned it. He didn't want to upset Phil, and besides, it didn't bother him.

"I really think this has been the best weekend of my entre life," Over those three days, Phil decided that he could happily spend the rest of his life lazing away in Paris with Dan. He'd had so much fun touring the city with the boy he loved, he really had forgotten his anxieties. He'd barely noticed his leg since the Eiffel Tower, and he used his being more tired than usual as a good excuse to cuddle with Dan. "I can't believe we're leaving in the morning," he said, "I could stay here forever."

"I know, this bed is heavenly," Dan joked, earning himself a look from Phil, "and I suppose the company's alright too," Dan laughed, squeeezing Phil.

"How about a drink?" Dan asked, sliding out from under Phil.

Phil smiled, "I'd take a drink," he admitted. Dan stood and Phil found his eyes fixing on him as he made his way to the bar. "Nice ass," he joked. Dan turned and gave him a look, his cheeks turning red, and Phil shot him a sly wink.

Dan shook his head and mumbled, "You're a twat," under his breath, but there was a slight smile on his face. "My twat," he added with a giggle.

He reached the bar and pulled a bottle from the rack under it. "What do you say, Champagne in Champagne?" he asked, mischeviously.

"Is Paris in Champagne?" Phil asked with a giggle.

"Haven't the faintest idea." Dan laughed, "I'm rubbish at geography."

"You can be rubbish at my geography" Phil said. Dan stared at him a moment, ruffling his eyebrows.

"What the hell does that even mean?" he laughed, pulling a glass from the cabinet.

"What doesn't it mean?" Phil laughed; Dan just shook his head.

"Are you sure you aren't eight years old?"

"No," Phil said, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

"Phil you really don't have to--" Phil silenced Dan with a look as he slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the bar. Dan couldn't help but notice that his limp was getting worse every day.

"Does it hurt?" Dan asked.

"It's fine," Phil reassured him, but he wasn't comvinced. Noticing his fallen spirits, Phil chimed, "Are you gonna pour the Champagne or not?"

"Oh right," Dan said, popping the cork and pouring the bubbling drink into two tall glasses. "Should we toast?" he asked, handing one to Phil.

"Can you drink champagne without a toast?" Phil teased.

"Well?"

"To your ass," Phil laughed, raising his glass.

"No,"

"Close enough," Phil laughed, taking a sup from his glass.

"Fuck off," Dan laughed, raising his own glass to his lips. Unexpectedly, Phil leaned across the bar and kissed Dan hard on the mouth.

"What was that?" Dan asked, giggling.

"Dan, I haven't been drunk in a long time," he said.

"So?" Dan smirked.

Phil shook his head, "So tonight I'm gonna get you drunk off your ass," he laughed.

"Woah there," Dan said, a tone of mock scolding in his voice.

"What?"

Dan laughed, circling the bar and wrapping his arms around Phil, "We've made a lot of memories here," he said, planting a kiss on Phil's head, "I think it's a high time we had a night we forgot."

Phil smiled up at him, raising his glass again, "To forgetting" he whispered.

"To forgetting," Dan mumbled, kissing him hard on the mouth before taking a drink.

And they forgot.