MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Drunken💎

"Hello? Yes? Daniel? Whoa, where are you? Slow down." Mr. Lester had just slid on his coat when his phone vibrated. He was shocked to see Daniel's name flash across the screen- it was the weekend and Dan didn't need to work today. 

After he dismissed his wife a couple of days ago, he carefully pulled the boy out of the closet, he had been tangled up in coats and boots, his earbuds blasting so loud that Phil could hear it through the white wooden door. The older man apologized profusely, Dan only shook it off and slipped into Ant's room. They hadn't spoken since and guilt was swarming at the edges of his stomach, he shouldn't have slept with Dan, he was married for fuck's sake. But did Haillie really give a shit about him? No. She was only with him for his money and he knew it. 

"I uh, I'm sorry, I need-" his voice was slurred and shaking, like a drunken cry. "I need a ride home."

"Where are you?" Phil edged to his seat, pushing aside his laptop and the files that he was supposed to be studying for his next case. 

"I'm at a party, some frat house at my uni." 

"What color is the house?"

"It's lavender, like the flowers. Oh my goodness, Phil! Flowers are so pretty- oh."

"What is it? Dan? What is it?"

The line went dead.

Phil cursed himself as he pocketed his phone, grabbing his coat on the way out of his office. He scurried from the building and out into the night. It was still breezy for springtime and the night only made it a little colder. He slid into his car, blasting the heat as he sped down the road. 

He already knew what university Daniel was attending, they had talked about it one night and Phil found that he lived only a couple minutes down the road from his office building. 

Phil could see the gates to the school right down the road, the little lampposts lighted the way down the stone street that winded through the Victorian-ish buildings. 

Mr. Lester spotted the flower lavender house, people stumbling out and the loud music shaking his car from down the road. He quickly pulled over and jumped out, sprinting across the road. His heart was racing for some reason, why did Daniel hang up? What happened? His stomach was in knots and he knew he needed to find the brunet quick.

He slowed once he got to the door, pushing past drunken teenagers. The smell was almost unbearable, but he knew that they couldn't smell it. Alcohol and hormones flooded the air as teenagers danced around rooms, doing body shots off people they probably didn't even know. Phil remembered these years, he only partied four times, other than that he worked his ass off and tried not to rely on his family's wealth. He wasn't a party animal- but when he did he wasn't afraid of anything, making out with random strangers, taking random drinks off random people. But that was college, and he was an adult now. An adult who needed to find his barely legal babysitter who he had an affair with. 

What a title. 

He slipped into what was presumed to be a living room, red cups littered the floor, along with bottles of vodka and tequila. He spotted a staircase, climbing up it until he reached the second floor, this one filled with hallways and doors. He listened carefully, his ear pressed up against each wooden door until he heard it. "Get off me," 

It was faint and barely audible but he still recognized his voice. Mr. Lester wasted no time jumping into the room, taking in the scene before him. Dan was sprawled out on a bed, a boy with sandy blonde hair stood over him, eyes wide as Phil stepped forward.

"Get away from him," Phil growled.

"Whoa man, I don't know who you are-"

"I said get away from him before I kill you." He closed the distance between the boy, his knuckles white as he fisted them at his sides. 

"I'll call the police." 

"And I'll tell them that you were going to rape my friend, and who are they going to believe? A lawyer or some frat kid?"

The blonde side-stepped Phil, his hands raised as he ran from the room. Phil let out a sigh, looking down the washed out brunet. His arms were sprawled up by his head and his left knee was up in the air, mouth agape as his eyes rolled back behind his lids. Phil didn't know if he was blacked out drunk or if someone slipped him something, but he was just happy that he was okay now.

"Dan? Can you hear me?" Phil dropped to the bed, cradling Dan's head in his arms, brushing his hair back out of his forehead. Dan only groaned, rolling his head towards Phil's voice, a moan slipping from his lips. "Dan, please. Are you okay?" 

"P-Phil?" The younger boy lolled his head, fluttering his eyes open, his pupils dilated.

"I'll get you out of here, it's okay. I'm here now." Phil picked up the babysitter bridal style, carrying him out of the dark room and out of the lavender flower house. It had started raining from when they were inside, only a slight drizzle. Phil laid the boy down in the backseat before claiming the drivers once more and taking off down the road.

"Where do I drop you off at?" Phil said as he looked into the rearview mirror. "Dan?"

He didn't answer. Phil cursed, pulling out of the university entirely and driving back to his place. Haillie wouldn't like this, Haillie really really wouldn't like this, but what else was he supposed to do? Really? He couldn't leave him at the purple house and he couldn't go searching door to door for his roommate that he didn't even know. 

Fifteen minutes later he pulled into his driveway, shutting off the car and grabbing Daniel from the backseat. He somehow managed to unlock the front door while balancing the broken brunet on his shoulder and left arm. Phil walked through the living room and past the bathroom, leading to the basement and the only place he knew where to put Dan.

To the Millionaire's Club.