-Two days later-

Phil staggered up the stairs to his bedroom to escape the crowds that were downstairs for his parents anniversary party. He slapped the beer glass onto his bedside table before stripping off and collapsing onto his bed. There was a constant thud, thud, thud at the back of his mind from the alcohol, but yet, he still decided to talk to Dan.

As his intoxicated self, Phil couldn't recall certain details. In his mind right now, he and Dan were boyfriends, in a long distance relationship, completely obsessed with each other. He wanted to talk to Dan now. Even though Dan was offline, he still called. He didn't care, he wanted him. He called, called and called again. Always no answer.

Phil took another large sip of his beer. He could feel himself getting dizzier and dizzier, until eventually he could feel nothing. He'd fallen asleep. All this thoughts drifted off into the air and mixed with each other creating a beautiful pattern in between the constellations of space.

The mid afternoon sun shone through the window, tinting his room orange. He opened his eyes and groaned, his head was pounding, his eyelids felt heavy aswell as his head. It felt like a rock on top of his neck. Phil tried to get up but he just flopped back onto his bed, so he just lay there with his eyes shut, wishing he hadn't drunk last night.

After an hour Phil forced himself up to get a drink and paracetamol to try and send the dizziness away. It made him feel the tiniest bit better. 'Urgh,' he grunted before trudging back upstairs with a glass of water in hand. His bedroom smelt very strongly of alcohol, obviously making his headache worse. Phil turned on his electric desk fan and flung open the window, trying to get at least some fresh air in there.

-11pm-

Phil had done nothing, the whole time he was awake. His productivity had maximised to scrolling through tumblr and refreshing YouTube every five minutes. He generally hadn't a clue what'd been going on, his mind wasn't in his head. His mind was dancing with lions and unicorns to Muse songs. Then is screen lit up with a message that read:

*Incoming video call from Dan Howell*

Phil answered as quickly as possible because he wanted to seem the beaming smile of the one, of whom he loved.

'Hi!" Dan said cheerfully, looking even hotter than usual with his curly hair.

'Heeeeeeeaaaaaaaaay!' Phil replied sexually, giving him a wink.

'Right… okay…' Dan laughed it off, 'so what's up with you tonight?' he asked, wanting to know why Phil was acting… sexy…

'hehe,' Phil giggled, 'Dannnny' he whined.

'um… Phil.. are you okay..?' a worried Dan asked.

'Yes! I'm dazzling!' he beamed.

'Right..' Dan replied, thinking what the fuck. 'So, what've you done today?' he asked Phil.

'Oh, you know, not much." Phil said sweetly, staring at Dan's face and biting his lip.

Dan looked at Phil for a second, then he came out with, 'Phil why are you acting sexual? Are you drunk or something?!' practically shouting it, although he knew his parents we're in bed and his brother was ment to be, but was probably still awake.

Yup he was right. 'Dan, SHUT THE FUCK UP!' he heard through the wall between his and his brothers room.

'CALM YOUR TITS!' Dan shouted back.

'BOYS, SHUT UP AND STOP SWEARING!' they heard their father shout.

'HE STARTED IT!' Dan yelled to his father.

'NO! YOU DID! TALKING TO YOUR SKANKY LITTLE BOYFRIEND!' Dan's brother, Adrian, yelled back.

'HE IS NOT MY-'

'BOYS!' their mother practically screamed. This had turned into a whole family conversation. At least the arguing had stopped.

Dan went back to talking to Phil, 'Sorry about that, anyway, so wh-'

He was cut off by Phil, who sounded like a child right now, saying 'Danny, I love you.'

Dan sat there in shock, he guessed Phil must have been drunk or something, he couldn't seriously mean it. Could he? They hadn't even met in real life, how could Phil love him already?

'Dan, I'm gay and I love you.' Phil said in the same childish voice, sounding quite giggly.

'Errrm… Phil, why don't you go to bed.. you look tired…' Dan said, trying to ignore what Phil had just said to Phil. He knew he had to be drunk but seriously. What was happening?

'Hehe, okay' Phil giggled, like a little girl, 'Night night Danny.'

'Night Phil. Sleep well.' Dan replied softly, sound a bit like a father to his child.

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