Phan Oneshots

Stay The Night

Summary: Dan is drunk off his ass, and is having trouble getting back home. Stranger Phil offers to help him, and he accepts, and Phil doesn't want to leave him alone, so he stays the night...

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Everything is too bright and too loud, and Dan is trying to concentrate, but his head is aching. He's sure his flat is just around the corner, but he's thought that for the last two blocks, and his head is starting to spin. If he can just find that one tree...

He's not sure exactly what time it is, his phone died long ago, but judging by the lack of people crowding the streets, he assumes it's early, too early to be walking around in an alcoholic haze. But he has to get home, he can't stay out here too much longer. His fingers are frozen, and he wishes he brought a jacket. He runs his fingers through his almost curly hair, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Dan never usually gets wasted like this, because he knows damn well that he has a low tolerance for drinking, and the next day is always hell. But tonight seemed to be an exception, and he can't remember why. He doesn't think it's any sort of special occasion, and he was definitely alone, so no friends to influence him.

And he doesn't even know where's he's been all night, but most likely at that one shady bar a few blocks from his place, judging by the smell of cigarettes plastered to his skin and the taste of cheap booze on his tongue. Yeah, probably there. He surely can't afford to go anywhere else, and... ah, now he remembers.

He doesn't have a job anymore. He used to work at some obscure printing company, with crap pay and shitty hours, but he was okay with that. He'd been pulled aside, told the company didn't have the funds to keep paying all the workers, and he apparently wasn't 'important enough' to keep. He didn't think he'd be so upset by it, he'd been hoping to find another job anyway, but it was maybe the fact he'd been fired, instead of him quitting. That's be sure to lower anyone's ego.

And so that's why he's drank his night away, at some shady bar until he couldn't see straight, and now he doesn't seem to know where the fuck he is.

The sky is actually starting to lighten up now, dark blue receding into a sort of cerulean, with pink just on the horizon. It was pretty, he thought, the morning. When everything was beginning to start over, and everyone else seemed to be missing it. Dan was sure he'd be more appreciative of it if he didn't feel so shitty.

He starts moving again, putting one foot in front of the other cautiously and trying to calm down, but he stumbles slightly, giggling as he regains his balance shakily. He feels kind of hot, even though the wind is sharp against his bare arms, and everything is starting to blur, colors and sound making him dizzy, and he bends over, vomiting onto the ground in front of him. He feels uneven, like his body is different all over, but he's less nauseous.

"You okay, mate?" someone asks, from somewhere to his left. Dan mutters incoherently, keeping his eyes closed against the pounding in his head. He feels a hand on his shoulder, warmth invading the chill of the air, and he opens his eyes.

The guy standing next to him is gorgeous, that's the only thing that Dan can really comprehend. His eyes seem to match the morning sky above them, a deep kind of blue that have a sort of depth to them. His skin is pale, from what Dan can see, his vision is starting to blur again. His messy black hair is all over the place. He has a sort of ethereal look to him, like a fairy or something, and Dan giggles at the image of this guy in a dress with wings.

"You're pretty." he says, and reaches out, touching the guy's face lightly. The skin is soft, and it's starting to warm up, and he's actually blushing, this guy, and wow that's kinda cute. Dan drops his hand, grinning stupidly.