A/N: Hello there!
So, I've been on a Phan kick and a Taylor Swift kick recently. Funnily enough, I found some starters on Tumblr for the Taylor Swift song, "You Are In Love." When I saw starters for my favorite song on 1989, naturally, I went, "Hell yeah!" Inspiration then struck for this story, and...here we are! Each chapter is inspired by a different starter, and each starter is at the beginning of its chapter, in italics.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any of these events to be real. This is just a story, completely fictional.

"I give one look in this dark room, it's meant just for you."

Dan is not having fun.

Theoretically, he should be. He's at a party with his some of his closest friends, many of whom he has not seen in a while. He's a party with good food. He's at a party with lively music. He should be having fun.

But Phil is there, too.

Now, normally, this would not be a cause for distress-quite the opposite, actually. The two always hung out at parties, stuck together, near joined-at-the-hip. People would laugh and say they couldn't survive without each other, and Dan always laughed, too, not wanting to admit that, some days, it felt like that was true. Dan was awkward and lanky and bad at meeting new people. When Phil was by his side, though, his breathing evened out and the whole "being social" thing seemed much easier. Phil was Dan's safety blanket. And Phil knew that, even though Dan would never admit it out loud, so Phil always made sure to stay with Dan at social events as much as possible, just to ensure that the younger boy had a good time. Dan was always extremely grateful for it, of course.

But now tonight is happening.

And tonight, Phil is on the other side of the room, talking to some random guy whom neither of them even know. He's a couple inches taller than Phil. He has brown hair, kind of ruffled and sticking up in a few places. His glasses are black and wire-framed, nearly slipping off his nose as he leans over the table where they're both sat to tuck a piece of Phil's hair behind his ear. Phil huffs out a little laugh and blushes.

Dan wants to die.

Phil will probably be going home with that bloke. He's Phil's type to a T; Dan knew very well from experience. Well, from watching those who got experiences with Phil. Dan doesn't know why the thought of Phil spending the night in another's bed made him want to hurl. He doesn't want to figure it out, either.

A sudden, "Hey there," is said by his ear, accompanied by a tap on his shoulder. Dan turns around and is faced with a pretty fit bloke, if he's honest. Sandy hair, much shorter than Dan, kind of round face, blue eyes.

Dan doesn't know why his first thought is, Not as nice as Phil's.

"How are you this evening, beautiful?" the boy asks.

"'Not interested," Dan says shortly, turning and starting to walk away. He doesn't mean to be rude, but he just doesn't want to engage in any of this and give the guy the wrong idea; he does seem nice, but Dan is not at this party for any of that, even if Phil apparently is. Dan is here to catch up with old friends, which he should probably start doing anyways, instead of moping in a corner by himself.

"My, that was quite the brushoff," the guy says, grinning as he steps in front of Dan, effectively blocking his path. "'Didn't even give me a chance to ask if it hurt when you fell from Heaven."

A little air puffs out of Dan's nose, which he hopes passes as laughter. "Look, you seem nice, but I'm just not interested in that tonight."

"Okay, then just let me turn off the charm," the boy offers, "so we can just chat in a friendly manner instead. No obligations, I swear."

Dan gives a small chuckle then, and decides that maybe it's not such a bad idea to talk to someone new. If he goes over to talk to his friends, he knows they'd all be asking about Phil, how he and Phil were doing, what was going on with him and Phil, and to be honest, Dan doesn't really want to go through that right now. It would be much better to be with someone who doesn't know that Dan is part of a package deal.

"All right, you've got yourself a deal," Dan gives in as he holds out his hand. "Dan Howell."

"Harry Harrison," the guy says, shaking Dan's hand. Dan tries-and fails- to hold back a snort of laughter at that. "And, no, I'm not kidding; my parents really do hate me that much."

"Oh, it's not that bad; it's kind of...charming?" Dan tries.

"It's worse than 'Albus Severus.'"

Dan lets out a full laugh, then, deciding this guy really isn't so bad. "Okay, yeah, you got me."

"Just never call me by my full name, and we should be fine!" declares Harry.

"Works for me," Dan agrees, nodding. "Hey, I'm gonna' go get a drink."

"I'll join ya'."

The two stroll over to the bar. Once there, Harry orders, "A classic scotch on the rocks." Dan originally goes for vodka and coke, but then he hears a peal of laughter from across the room, looks over, sees Phil chortling at some joke that bloke with the hair and glasses had made, and changes to straight whiskey.

Harry arches an eyebrow, but says nothing until they found a table at which to sit across from each other. "So," he began. "Who went and broke your heart tonight?"

Dan attempts a laugh, and hates when it comes out as the sound a wounded animal would make. He tries joking, "Oh, Harry, the first thing you must know about me is that I have no heart."

Harry smiles a little at the joke, realizing Dan doesn't want to talk about it. "All right, I'll back off. If you need to rant about it, though, I'm all ears." Then he appears to think about what he'd said. "Wait, I'm sorry, that was forward of me; we've just met. If you're gonna' rant to anyone, it's gonna' be your best friend." Harry watches as Dan's lips became a thin line. "Oh," he says, eyebrows raised. Then, while nodding, "Oh. Oh, yes, I see. I'm sorry, mate; that's the worst."

"What? No!" Dan exclaims. "No, no; that's not it at all. No, really; no one's broken my heart; I don't have feelings for my best friend or anything. It's just that we're usually together at parties, but now he's over there talking to some guy with sexy hair." He gestures vaguely towards where Phil is sitting. Dan tries to remember how many drinks he'd had so far. Looking down at his glass, he thinks it's two and a half by now.

There is a pregnant pause before Harry said, "Well, his hair is pretty sexy."

Dan laughs then, genuinely laughs, and in spite of himself, is feeling pretty happy, here with Harry.

The conversation somehow turns to video editing and filmmaking. Dan finds out that Harry films and edits short films, and Dan tells Harry about making YouTube videos. And-well, Harry is really charming, and they're both getting pretty drunk, so when a touch Harry lays on Dan's shoulder lingers too long, Dan meets Harry's eyes and doesn't look away. The prolonged eye contact is Dan's way of giving explicit permission.

Harry raises his eyebrows in surprise. "'Wanna'...take this back to my place?" he inquired, tone uncertain.

Dan consciously does not look at the place where he knew Phil was still sitting with that prat, tells himself that he did not need to be with Phil Lester every night, and nods once.

"Okay," Harry says with a nod of his own. "Shall we?"

"Yeah," Dan confirms.

He follows Harry to the door, but had to look back, just once. He gives one look into the dark room, and it's really just meant for Phil. Dan's praying to every god that Phil will feel Dan's eyes on him, look, and...and what? Beg him not to go? Smile and encourage him? Do nothing?

Dan stops looking, turns around, and leaves the party with Harry.