A/N: I saw this thing where dan and phil were talking about their fights so I'm basing this off of that because I thought it was cute. I'll put the picture above hopefully sksk.
Aight I'm done taking r e a d.
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Phil was still pretty drunk as the boys walked home, Dan had made sure he didn't drink much at the small party that they had gone to, wanting to make sure they both got home alright. Now he was enraged and didn't care anymore. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he ran down the street, away from the love of his life. He wouldn't let them fall. He couldn't, not with what Phil had done to him, when he knows how Dan feels better than anyone, his best friend, the man he had fallen in love with. Dan ran into the flat and closed the door in Phil's face. He ran to his room in anger, how could Phil do that to him?
~Earlier~
"Dannnnnnnnn," Phil slurred while turning to face him.
"What do you want rat?" Dan asked with an eye roll.
"I want youuuuuuu!" Phil exclaimed throwing his arms around the taller boy.
Dan embraced him back, "You're drunk off your ass." Dan whispered, Phil nodded in reply. "I think we should go home Phil," He said pulling away from the hug.
"Nooooo! Dannnnn!" Phil whined poking him in the side with each word.
"Phil! Stop it! I'm ticklish!" Dan exclaimed pulling away from Phil's fingers. Phil continued to bother him and attempt to tickle him, Dan was starting to get angry with Phil, he knows he's drunk but still he needed to stop. "Phil. That's enough," The brunette said swatting the older boy's hand away from his ribs.
Phil continued to poke him in the side, "Alright Phil, That's enough! Stop it!" Dan half yelled towards the blue eyed boy, who quickly took his hands away, looking slightly hurt. "We need to go home," Dan stated firmly. Phil nodded slowly and sadly as Dan led him out of the house.
They walked down the streets of London, the cool wind blowing both of their hair back slightly. Phil suddenly pointed at a McDonald's on the other side of the road. "Daaan? Can we get something to eatt?" Phil asked in a whiny tone that annoyed Dan even more.
"No Phil, it's like almost 1 in the morning you can eat at home, love." Dan replied in a flat tone.
"Don't call me love." Phil said crossing his arms.
"Why?" The taller man asked now slightly confused.
"Because you don't deserve to love me," Phil spat.
Dan's jaw dropped, he was at a loss for words. He had no clue what to say to that so Phil continued, "I actually thought I was falling in love with you, I was finally ready to love you like you said you loved me and then you started being a total dick." Phil finished.
"Oh I'm being a dick? Phil you're drunk, shut up." Dan growled back defensively.
"I could never love you." Phil spat in a low threatening tone.
That sent Dan over the edge he turned to walk away only to have his wrist locked in Phil's grip. "How stupid are you Dan? To think I could ever feel anywhere near the same as a fucking fag like you." Phil spat close to Dan's face. The brunette burned with anger as he stomped on the older's foot making him let go. He ran, he ran as fast as he could, Phil's words replaying over and over in his mind.
~Now~
Dan played the event's back through his head as he paced around his room. Tears were rolling down his face. I could never love you. He never had felt worse, he hoped Phil didn't mean that. Drunk words are sober thoughts. The thought only made him feel worse and he laid down and wrapped himself in his duvet, falling into a restless sleep due to his utter despair.
