The door cracked open. As soon as light hit us, his hands fell and I released my breath.

I looked at him and confirmed to myself. It was Daniel Howell. His face was slightly red, but soft. There was no angry crease. He didn't seem angry to have done it – any of it.

Liam came into the room, grabbing me, and then pulling me out. "Well done mate!" he called. "We will have to get Daniel to do it now!"

I felt guilty. He helped me and now he had to drink this thing. Liam held the concoction up, revealing a brown mixture with foam at the top. I did not want to think about what was in there, I just wanted to make it so Dan didn't drink it.

"Could we split it," I asked quickly. I didn't think much about the offer. I looked at Dan, who was smiling slightly by this point. Everything was confusing with the amount of alcohol I had consumed in my body.

It was too late. Dan's body had moved to the large glass which contained the liquid and had already poured it down his throat. I watched him in awe as he did it. As he put it down, a burb escaped him.

"Did you like that?" Liam asked, smirking at him.

"It was lovely."

"What about that?" Liam said, pointing to the door.

Dan smirked. He turned his head to me, tilting it slightly. In his movements, you could tell he was heavily intoxicated, but you can't say that to somebody who is drunk – especially when you are also drunk. He stuck his tongue out slightly. It seemed the mixture was kicking in.

"It – it was great," he said, barely opening his mouth.

"Oh, was it?" Liam said, prompting further discussion on it.

Dan laughed. Could I take what he was saying seriously? He was fumbling over every word. What he was given was clearly strong, but I could not get it out of him now. By this point, Dan was too drunk to believe.

"Huh, given I've wanted to do it since I met him," he exclaimed, trying to be loud but barely opening his mouth. "I didn't t-think I'd get the c-chance."

I felt a smile come onto my face. Despite me barely believing him, it felt good to hear those words. I always got the impression he liked me before the incident, it was relieving to think some part of him felt that way currently.

I felt that way too.

My eyes moved to look at him. He was smiling sweetly and looking down. I smiled at him and his eyes caught it. The sweet smile turned into a smirk – he was jumping between sweet and attractive.

"I would have d-done more," he said.

Liam laughed loudly. He found all of this hilarious. "Sorry lovebirds," he said, moving closer to Dan. "Not in my house, my parents have rules about no baby making."

Dan turned his head to Liam, smiling. "Two boys don't make babies."

I sighed. It was attractive, but I think I would have been disappointed if I let myself go there. Liam was killing himself with laughter – he could barely breathe. He was really enjoying the moment.

"Dan, Jesus. You've had too much to drink."

As any drunk person does, he denied this heavily. He moved shakily, but denied accusations of him not being sober. It was funny. I was trying to ignore his comments about me, but with the intoxication, it got steadily worse. It didn't seem real.

"Calm down, Daniel," Liam said. Liam too was getting more drunk, and therefore more confident. This lead to him asking riskier questions. "Some people would forget you and Sam had been having a go at him for a year."

I smirked this time. It was the sort of statement I was waiting for all night, but did not have the courage to say. I wanted to hear his response desperately.

"That's cause' he is a dick," Dan replied. Not what I wanted to hear.

"How?" I exclaimed in defence. I didn't care what I said – he wouldn't remember in the morning.

Dan looked to the corner of his eyes. He looked slightly confused. "Err," he started. "T-there was a reason. I-I cannot remember."

He looked troubled by this. I couldn't tell why. Trouble came all over his face. He stood up. "I'm going." I didn't know where he was going but he marched out the room. He was no longer in his playful mood.