This is a bit from something I've written but I changed the names to work for an AU Dan and Phil! Much different from my usual postings but much better written. Again, excuse any errors, I'm no longer using my editor. ~gum wrapper.

Phil's p.o.v.

Carefully climbing down the fire escape, I look down at the ally below to see if Dan might appear with his motorcycle. I jump down onto the rough pavement, careful to not break anything, and I only have to wait five minutes for him to arrive.

"Hey Ginger," he teases.

I have the urge to greet them with a kiss as soon as they hold out a hand to me… but we haven't kissed yet. Sure it's been months that we've been dating but we haven't kissed and I don't want it to be the first kiss right now in an alleyway.

"Must you always greet me that way?" I pretend to pout but actually grin as I clamber onto the bike.

Dan smirks, holy. fuck. that. smirk. and nods. "You like it when I call you Ginger."

"Pfft, no!" There's a pause filled with the sound of the rumbling engine before I give in and let him win. "Okay maybe I like it a little when you call me that. Just a little."

As we ride through the city I try to keep my arms loose around Dan. I gawk at all the lights and people and I have to say that night time London is my favorite London. It's much more breathtaking for some reason than day time London.

We stop at a red light and Dan turns his head to me, "you actually snuck out!

"I actually snuck out and I'm going to a party," I confirm.

"With me," he note, "your dad would kill you and everyone you know in a fit of rage if they knew. I can't believe you did this. You're insane."

The idea of my dad knowing about me sneaking out to have fun with Dan makes me laugh, so I do as the light turns green. We take off again and I can't help but let my grin widen. I never want to return to the house with mum and dad. In there it's so cramped and cold, out here it's so big and lively. I feel free. I love it. Being with Dan is so freeing.

He finally slows down (and then stops the motorcycle) outside a huge hotel with nearly every window lit up.

"This is it?"

"This is it… my cousin is a bit of a rich kid. Lives at the top, penthouse. I hate my dad's side of the family."

I make note of that.

Dan takes my hand and leads me inside. I barely take anything in, the world a bright mess of colors and it might be my slight tiredness, but it all seems so close up I can't focus. Dan is pushing me into an empty elevator before I've comprehended anything going on around me.

It's finally bright enough (and my eyes have finally stopped scanning my surroundings like I'm in a movie) to really see him. The street light in the ally wasn't enough to properly illuminate his body. Dan is wearing all black (no surprise) but for some reason the simple worn-out jeans and plain black shirt with his fabulous leather jacket looks even better than normal. Dan looks incredibly good and I want to tell him so but I'm unsure of how to do that without being awkward.

"Must you always stare at me?" There's a smirk to it.

I pull my eyes to his face (mine's probably a dark red) and shrug, "You look good right now. More than normal. I want to kiss you."

Dan slides closer to me, "so why don't you?'

"We're in public." My hands land on the familiar leather of the jacket that's covering his shoulders.

"I don't see anyone else in this elevator do you?"

The statement makes me shiver with a pang of some unnamed emotion.

"N-no. It's just us." My eyes flick up to the number that says what floor we're on, "there's only two floors left before the doors open."

"You could do it anyway." He winks. All my friends hates it when he winks but I think it's cute as hell.

"Don't drink or eat anything, it's all been spiked knowing my cousin," and then, as though it's an afterthought, mutters "Your dad would absolutely kill me if you came home high or drunk so please don't."

We step into the penthouse and I'm hit almost immediately with the smell of alcohol. How did a eighteen year old acquire so much? Why is this so cliche?

Although there is unbearably loud music blasting throughout the large space, not one person is dancing like in those movies. Most people are standing off to the side, leaning against a wall and sipping from various items like beer bottle, plastic cups, and one person has a whole bottle of red wine in their hand. A few people are draped over furniture, making out with the person next to them, others are crying in hallways and corners, and as we make our way through I wonder why anyone would find this fun. It's dark and very weird.

"Here!" Someone yells in my face before handing me a plastic cup filled with… some bright red liquid that I'm not sure I've ever seen before.

Dan removes the cup from my hand instantly.

I'm not sure where we are going but we walk around and around, Dan stopping to talk to people every few feet, and I'm starting to get bored when another plastic cup finds its way into my hand. It looks like plain old water so I take a sip.

Unsurprisingly to probably everyone but me, it is not water. I'm not sure what it is but it is nasty and burns my throat a little as I swallow it.

Dan turns to face me again as I take another sip.

"What did I tell you?! You're underage! Your mom will kill you, your dad will kill you, I'm going to kill you if you take another sip of that!"

I down the rest of the cup without breaking eye contact with them; I nod and place the now empty cup on a table by a couch (with a couple going just a smidge too far for public eye on it).

"Relaaaaaaax, it was gross I'm not having anymore!" I smile to prove I'm okay but he frowns, clearly upset I had anything at all to drink.

After about an hour or so of talking to different people (all wasted or high), Dan opens a door and pushes me onto a balcony. I giggle as he sighs while shaking his head at the sight of me.

"Phil Lester what am I going to do with you?" He steps closer to me and I'm trapped between him and the railing. Well, not trapped, that makes it sound like I don't enjoy being so close to him. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoying being close to Dan.

"You could kiss me?" I ask hopefully. It crosses my mind briefly that I might be a little drunk. I don't normally have the courage to say something like that without stuttering and fumbling.

"I am not going to kiss you. You're like… super drunk or something."

Unsure of if that claim is true or not, I don't bother to rebuke it. I shrug.

"Only a little. I'm perfectly fine, you can kiss me. Please kiss me."

Dan hesitates, biting his bottom lip with his front top teeth and scanning my face as if looking for a secret code written there in a very small print.

"I'm not going to kiss you. Not here, not like this."

I pout, feeling my bottom lip jut out and my eyebrows come together. I even cross my arms and my gaze falls to the floor. Dan hates it when I pout and usually lets me have my way if I look sad enough.

"Then what if I kiss you?" I question in a teasing way.

"Well then, I guess that'd be okay." I'm amused by how he has dropped his usual cool facade. He's nervous because I finally am the more dominant one.

Dan is taller than me, as I'm yet to really have a major growth spurt, so I pull his shirt collar and yank him down to my level without a second thought. Our lips smash together almost violently because we are both a little too eager.

My mind is going a million miles an hour but also holding incredibly still. It's impossible to focus on anything but I try to commit to memory how his lips feel in case I never get to kiss them again. Dan's lips are rough but also so very gentle as they press against mine.

When we slowly pull away, my eyes fall to the concert floor of the balcony in embarrassment. My face feels like it's on fire and I try to avoid looking up at Dan because I know he'll say something.

"Hey Ginger," Dan's hand comes up to cup my face and then I'm looking up into his dazzling brown eyes. The normal milk chocolate color of his eyes is nearly taken over by the pupil which has dilated to see better in the oddly dark night air. He's also suddenly regained their flirtatious personality.

"Y-yes?" I'm back to being the shy one.

I'm not sure who exactly moves forward but someone closes the gap between our lips again. We stay together for as long as possible before parting, then kiss again… and again.

A hand is holding one side of my face, I know because I'm holding the wrist attached to it, but otherwise my nerves are in too much of an overdrive to feel anything else. I'm unsure of everything except Dan's lips on mine and his hand on my face. I lose track of how many times we separate for air before kissing again. I'm not sure if this is how everyone's first kiss(es) goes but I think this is pretty amazing and we're both breathless when we decide to stop.

"I really love you," he whispers.

I grin and feel my face heat up even more somehow, "I really love you too."

He leans close again, I tilt my head to the side so our noses don't hit, and I'm just stretching up onto my toes (since I apparently am never growing to a normal teenage boy height) when the door slides open and someone stumbles out onto the balcony with us. Dan spins around with a sigh to find his cousin there.

"Daaaaaaaaaaan!" The person cries, "your date's cute can I kiss 'em too?"

My whole face feels like it's on fire.

"No. Phil's mine." His voice is the scarily intimidating one I remember from before I really knew him. At the statement though, I smile a little. "Come on, it's probably just about time to take you home anyway." The last part is said softer to only me. He slips their hand into mine and then I'm being pulled through the penthouse again without another word or another kiss.