High Emotions ; Phan au

Two

Phil walked into the empty apartment and he stood in the hallway. Did he really just say that? Phils head was replying his own harsh words that he said to Dan. Maybe he took it a step far? Or maybe he was telling Dan everything that was on his mind. All Phil could think now was what to do from now and how this was going to end up for them both

Dan wondered into the bar again that he knew would become familiar. He tried but he couldn't bring himself to get drunk; that was until he saw a guy. Green eyes and dark hair, but a bit smaller than Phil, hair was messily styled but Dan couldn't keep his eyes away. He asked the bartender to give him a couple shots which he drank, working up the mental courage to talk to the guy. "Hey, I haven't seen you in here before, the names Dan." He introduced himself "Fletcher." The guy smiled playfully, the music began to get more appealing to Dan as Fletcher held his waist, swaying with him. Fletcher began to move his hand down to Dans ass which made his squeak and press himself closer to Fletcher, Dan could pretend for now that didn't have to face anything.

Phil stared at the pointless crap he was watching on TV. He kept looking at his watch knowing Dan was out drinking but he couldn't bring himself to care. He knew he had done wrong not telling Dan but the way Dan treated how he was feeling like a personal attack made him feel hurt. Dan truly was a selfish some of a bitch. Phils head was hurting with amount of thinking he had to do. Should he pack up and leave? Should he stay and sort things out? 'Yeah right' phil laughed to himself 'As if dans going to even consider trying to listen now'

Dan ended up walking home with a mother Fletchers apartment. His hands were shaking as he smoked a cigarette as they laughed the whole walk, Dan had insisted not to go to his and Phils apartment. Dan felt a little more dizzy when they walked in, the strong smell of Fletcher filling the air as he looked around "nice place." Dan commented "thanks, you know what would be even better?" Fletcher commented "what?" Dan asked confused "if we fucked on the couch." He said stepping closer to Dan, grabbing his lower back, Dans hands went to clasp around Fletchers neck as they made out heavily heading towards the living room

Phil waited all night. He began to feel sick about Dan, what had he done last night? Phil was now beyond tired as he hadn't slept. It was 4am when he headed over to the bar were he and Dan used to go to have some friend time "excuse me." Phil went up to the quite bar "have you seen a guy with brown hair and brown eyes, he's got curly hair similar to my style?" Phil asked as the bar tender raised an eyebrow "nah sorry." He muttered half-heartedly as he began to wipe the table again "come on surely you must have seen him, he-he's quite tall." Phil desperately tried in attempt to describe him "mate- I said no, now leave before I get you kicked out of here-" "wait!" A guy said after finishing serving a drunk customer "I did see him, I caught his name it's Dan isn't it? He's a great guy-" "yeah that's him!" Phil exclaimed happily "where did he go? Is he still here?" Phil rushed his words "no, he left with some guy." The bartender said with a smirk

Dan was cuddled up into Fletcher arms and he couldn't stop crying. He just couldn't. He sat up and smoked a little before getting out of bed. Fuck. It was 5am and the sun was rising. Dan gave Fletcher his number as he thanked him for an incredible night before leaving the apartment. Dan really couldn't face Phil, not yet. He headed towards the bar to fetch a couple more drinks, only with alcohol flooding his system could he face Phil

"You're joking." Phil muttered under his breathe before letting out a sarcastic laugh "what's up, he your boyfriend or something." The bartender asked, his eyebrow raised "no, he's just a fucking shitty best friend that clearly gives no shits about our friendship." Phil said anger rising "do you have any clue who the guy was that took Dan?" He asked  "Yeah." The bartender smirked "my younger brother."

Dan walked into the bar quietly and slumped into one of the booth seats at the back as he smoked his cigarette. He looked well, terrible. He smelled like sex, his eyes were red and he looked empty.