Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Fifteen

"Its not cute if you do it 24/7! You should try and make a move. S'you have a great chance with Pj." He falls over into Chris's lap and pokes Pj's arm. Pj hasn't been paying attention to anything they were saying, he was staring off into the distance and rolling his thumb around the ring of his plastic cup.

"Is s'that true?" Chris leans over onto Pj and purrs I to his ear.

"Oh goodness sake you've been in love with each other since primary school! Just kiss!" Dan starts laughing.

So they do, Chris and Pj kiss, and Dan tries to lift his legs up and grab his feet while he's still lying in Chris's lap. All three are a mess, the kiss is a mess, and when Dan realizes he's to tall to grab his feet he becomes a crying mess. Then that crying mess purposely falls onto he floor and cries even more. Chris and Pj don't even seem to notice since they're so obsessed with each other.

Dan rolls onto his back and pulls out his phone and decides to text Phil, another one of the bad ideas he's had tonight. The things he sent were unlike what sober Dan would've sent, the emojis, the hearts, the kisses. Something Dan thought was a bit to over the top when people were dating. But it felt right, hell, everything he did while intoxicated felt right.

After a soon to be regretted five minutes Dan shuts off his phone. He really misses Phil, in a way only a drink could make him miss Phil. "I got to go guys." Dan pulls on Chris's pants to get his attention but Chris just kicks his hand away. "See you tomorrow homies lomie lawn gnomies." Dan stumbles to get up and stumbles to walk out of the building.

When he gets to the door he throws up in the bushes before walking down the pavement.

~

Dan wakes up to terrified screaming, so naturally he screams back. His eyes fly open and he's greeted by a pair of terrified blue eyes. A hand is then pressed over his mouth and Dan does the same to the boy.

They stare at each other for a few seconds before the boy removes Dan's hand from over his mouth. "Dan?"

Dan removes Phil's hand from his mouth as well. "Um, hi." His head pounded, his heart pounded, and his leg hurt like hell. He's able to calm his heart but he's still as confused as ever.

"What the- what the hell? Why are you- You're here, half naked, in my bed!" Phil exclaims in a panic.

"I'm what now?" Dan holds his pounding heads. "And please don't yell or raise you're voice, it hurts."

"How can I not raise my voice when I wake up to someone in my own house! How did you get here? And why do you smell like alcohol?" Phil leans closer to Dan and sniffs him. "Oh no, you got drunk didn't you?" Dan winces at Phil's tone of voice and his words. "Dan I can't believe you! That's not healthy especially when you're seventeen for gosh sake!" Phil sighs and puts his hand to Dan's forehead. "How's your head?"

"Terrible." Phil wraps his arms around Dan and pulls him close, his head is pounding so much he can't focus on how good it feels to be in Phil's arms.

"I have some medicine you can take, so that won't last long." Phil pushes his fingers through Dan's hair. "Where are your shirt and pants?"

"Don't know. I'm not even quite sure how I got here. Although I briefly remember climbing through a window."

"You came through my window?"