at my fingertips // phan

Two

-Dans POV-      
It was late at night and i had arrived from my taxi drive to the flat slightly more drunk than i though i was. I fumbled uncoordinatedly for my wallet, paying the fare and moving onto the pavement near phil and is flat.  I walked up to the door dropping the key once or twice before jarring the door open.
I shouldn't have done those shots. Not so quietly tripping up the stairs i was greeted with phils figure looming in the kitchen. He looked just beautiful. The way his dark hair and light eyes contrasted or his large hands and broads chest. Phil was by no means a model but he was perfect to me.  I approached him swiftly, locking our lips. I had wanted this for so long, now I finally had gotten it. The warmth of his mouth sent a raging current spiralling though my body. I gently slid my hands around his waist and leaned into him, his hands buried in the mess of curls on my head. he pulled away slowly, as if trying not to shatter a glass sculpture. I was spinning, my surroundings growing blurry as I reached out to pull him in once again. I heard him speak, something about seeing colors. I dismissed it quickly eager to kiss the coal-haired man again. Im not sure what he said so I responded with a quick,
"what are you talking about?"
but as soon as the words left my mouth he shattered, the glassy tears falling from his face as he pushed me away. and he ran, he threw himself down the hallway to his room as I stood, confused, and bewildered. I quietly wandered down the hall way to my own room,  pausing at Phil's door to hear muffled sniffs and sobs.
phil was crying.
what did I do?
i paced into my room, I will deal with this tomorrow..

a/n: I know it's very short but I had a hard time with drunk dan.
thanks for putting up with my shit guys