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Frickin' Zazzed

"I'm fricking zazzed. "

Slurred speech floating through the January fog of London at well past midnight fell on the only pair of ears capable of deciphering the words other than Daniel Howell's: yours.

"You've been spending way too much time with Dan," you grumbled, halfway between amusement and exasperation as you guided your best friend of 8 years, Phil Lester, past a parked bicycle. This was no easy task, seeing as Phil was 12 and a half feet tall, you were 2 and a no feet tall, and he was sloppy drunk. You weren't used to seeing him like this; he usually showed more restraint. "We're almost there, don't puke on me yet."
"Yayyy!" Phil did a little jig, almost causing the two of you to topple over.
"Honestly, Phil, you prat." You shook your head as you led him up the steps to the apartment.

"Whair ish Dan?"
"He's not home, he's still at the bar, Peej is with him."
"Hmph. Good." Phil walked to his bedroom, teetering on the threshold slightly, before making his unsteady way to his bed.
"Good. Go on, then." You said as you helped him into bed, and pulled the covers over him. You turned to leave, but you hadn't made it two feet before Phil started to make his dinosaur noises.
"(Y/N), aaawwrrrk, aaaaawwrk"
You rolled your eyes. You knew what this meant, he expected you to stay.
You sat down at the end of his bed, but he shook his head vigorously nd held up the covers in a sort of snug cave. You raised your eyebrows, but nevertheless got up and slid under the covers with him, and you felt your pulse quicken, and suddenly your lips were dry, and you knew why.
Because you were in love with Phil Lester.
You always had been and always would be. But you had never had the courage to say it, always been afraid. Now the proximity was driving you insane.

"Soooo frickin' zazzed."
"Say frickin' zazzed one more time, Philip Michael Lester."
"Alright, alright."
Moments passed.
"(Y/N)?"
"Hmm?"
"There's something I need to tell you."
You sat up up quickly, meeting his eyes. The fact that they were the exact same shade of blue as the sky on the day you two first met didn't ease the fluttering in your chest, and you knew what that exact shade was, because you remember getting lost in them that day.
Something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how..."
His words were no longer inarticulate, but clear, strong. You couldn't stand it any longer.
"Yes, I love you too, Phil! I always have. I love you I love you I love you." And with that you pressed your lips against his,  and if you hadn't been marvelling at their softness, you'd have noticed that the smell of alcohol wasn't quite as strong as it should have been.
You pulled away almost immediately, and his grin was huge.

"I was just going to say I wasn't drunk, but you made it a whole lot easier! (Y/N), I love you too. So much, and I was so afraid. I-"
But the rest of his romantic monologue was cut short by you pummelling him with a pillow, whereupon Dan suddenly appeared in the doorway, screamed, "NOW KISS!" and ran away, leaving you and the love of your life to start the rest of your life together like you should: with laughter and a kiss.