when I'm with you (phan fiction)

Chapter 8

Phil's POV
I was glad to see Dan and Ashlen stumbling in only a couple minutes after 2, meaning they didn't hang around after Ashlen's shift. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, but I had in fact only met Ashlen a couple weeks ago, and Dan was always a mess when he was this drunk.
"He didn't- like- cause you any trouble? Right?" I asked in an attempt to pry open tonight's events.
"No, just stumbled over some stools and tried to tip the taxi driver with his Oyster card" Ashlen laughed awkwardly.
"Okay well I will go ahead and tuck him in." I told her tugging Dan towards his room.
Dan was gripping my thigh pretty tightly and by the time we got to his room he practically threw me into the bed. Unfortunately he could hardly hold himself up straight and in his drunken throw down he threw himself off balance and stumbled into the wall behind him.
This knocked the wind out of him and I got back up and tucked him in bed without any more resistance.

Ashlen's POV
I don't know how many hours I sat there staring at the ceiling that night. I had spent hours upon hours in the last 5 years reading hundreds of phanfictions. I couldn't come in here and break up something I longed to be true for so many years. Dan was drunk anyway right? Surely he wouldn't remember it tommorrow. He downed several margaritas and some shots as well. And Phil was a doll; I could never, would never, hurt him like that. Breaking up a ship was crossing a line, and the act of simply telling Phil about what happened could trigger thin ice. I would keep it to myself. It are away at my head until about 5 AM before I fell asleep.

Dan's POV
I woke up with a migraine, not unusual for the day after a night out. I know where my alcoholic limits laid but I didn't bother to watch those boundaries closely most nights. Last night included. It was fuzzy, but I remember most of what happened. As much as I didn't want to remember kissing Ashlen I did. It was a dick move, but if I remembered correctly she kissed back. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. I have a boyfriend, a soulmate. I didn't really even consider Ashlen as a possible girl for me, she just wasn't my type. But I was worried she would tell Phil, take it the wrong way, or just not want to even be our friend anymore.
All of those negative possibilities flew out the door though when Ashlen knocked on my door. I was still tangled up in Phil's legs (unfortunately clothed) at this point, but told her to come in anyway.
"I hope I didn't wake you" she said barley above a whisper.
She was carrying a bottle of headache medicine and some orange juice.
"I'm gonna be watching cartoon reruns of you need anything" she said after giving me the drink and pills.
"Thanks Ashlen." I said before downing the pills and rolling back around to face Phil.
She didn't seem to be acting out of the normal. Ashlen was always like a mom, despite being 4 years younger than me, she was always the one to step up whenever me or Phil got sick or hurt, or hungover.
I decided not to worry over it too much and watched Phil's dark eyelashes move slightly up and down with each breath he took until I too, fell asleep.

Ashlen's POV
I sat in the lounge watching whatever happened to come on the tv. Images of what happened last night danced around my brain eating away at it, not because I thought Dan meant what he said and did, but because he didn't. Him and Phil were meant to be, but what if Dan told him? They could throw me out, and I wouldn't be anywhere but back out on the streets. If I didn't have anywhere to go I would have to save up until I could go back home. Telling Phil could mess up everything, but not telling him could make everything worse.
"Morning Ashlen!" Phil chirped walking into the lounge in his plaid pj pants.
"Morning," I responded, "how's Dan doing?"
"Hungover as hell, but he'll be fine by tommorrow." Phil informed me.
"Sleep well?" I asked.
It had taken me less time than expected to adjust to them sleeping together. I guess after all those years of phanfiction, the idea was already permanently ingrained in my head.
"Yeah" Phil answered blushing, "sometimes he has nightmares when he's drunk....." Phil trailed off.
"As if you need an excuse." I teased him.

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AUTHORS NOTE
okay so I absolutely hate this chapter but I needed a filler chapter so the feelings of each character could get out. I'm sorry. I will try to update sometime next week. Comment any ideas of feedback ;)
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