#drunk phil

But today was one of those rare occasions when things were different.

Phil’s buddies from uni were in London, suggesting they should all go out and have a fun night for old time’s sake, insisting on going to a club. And even thought Phil wasn’t too ecstatic about going out to a night club, he did want to spend some time with his friends who he haven’t seen in quite some time, agreeing to the offer immediately.

Naturally, Dan was invited to come along, but Dan was less than eager to leave his comfortable cocoon of blankets on the couch, too busy editing his latest video on his laptop even if he did want to join. (And really, as much as Dan loved Phil, he had no desire to spend his night in a sweaty, crowded club, trying to yell over the loud speakers just to talk to Phil and his drunk friends).

And Phil didn’t want to push as well, deciding that one night without Dan wouldn’t be that bad, and maybe he would be able to relax a little and have fun with his old friends without worrying about Dan not having a good time.

So at 10:30 PM Phil headed out of the apartment, giving Dan, who was still sitting with his brow furrowed in front of his laptop, a quick kiss on the head on his way out.

Dan barely acknowledged his leaving, humming in response to Phil’s call of goodbye and keeping his eyes glowed to the screen.

Dan was deep into his editing session, not really noticing the hours go by, sitting in the same position and clicking on his computer. When he finally finished editing and let his eyes wander and look at the clock, it was already 3 AM.

Dan stretched his limbs, feeling the effect of his browsing position on the stiffness of his body, checking his phone, intending to send Phil a text to see how he was doing and when he was going to come back. He wasn’t too surprised though when he found 5 messages from Phil already waiting for him.

From: Phil Lester 11:03 Got to the club! It’s very loud and everyone’s late :(

From: Phil Lester 11:30 They finally got here!

From: Phil Lester 00:15 Are you still editing? You should take a break xx

From: Phil Lester 00:51 You should have come with us! They have really good cocktails here!

From: Phil Lester 01:14 They’re playing toxic and I’m thinking about yooooouuu <3333333

Dan stared at the messages for a few moments, chuckling at the last one. Phil had to be a little more than tipsy to send Dan a message like that.

He did note that Phil’s last text was almost two hours ago, but he didn’t really worry too much. Phil wasn’t alone and had friends with him to take care of him. And besides, he never really drank to the point of oblivion, knowing his own limits. So really, Dan was sure everything was fine.

To: Phil Lester 03:07

Glad you’re having fun

Come home soon though it’s late

And don’t drink anymore please I think you had enough fruity cocktails for one night xx

After that Dan put his phone away in his pocket, going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He knew he probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep until Phil would get home, because even though he was sure everything was fine, he couldn’t really relax when he didn’t know exactly where Phil was and how he was doing.

But still, He was tired from staring at his screen for so long and wanted nothing more than to crawl into his soft bed and curl into a ball under the covers.

But before he even managed to take his shirt off and turn the shower on, he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket with an incoming call, taking it out again and seeing that it was Phil.

“Hey,” he answered, expecting to hear Phil’s slurred, drunk voice greeting him from the other end of the line.

He did not expect, however, to hear a stranger man’s voice talking to him instead.

“Um, hello?” the person said, sounding quite embarrassed, like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say.

“Who is this?” Dan asked, starting to feel his heart rate speed up.

“Um, are you Dan?”

“Yes, who’s this? Where’s Phil?” he asked, hearing his own anxiousness in his voice.

“Your… your friend is here and he’s pretty wasted. He was sitting on the floor next to a club? and when we asked if he needed help he gave us his phone and said to call Dan?” the guy’s voice sounded uncertain and like he wasn’t quite sure why he was doing this in the first place, but Dan really didn’t have it in him to care about that. He could feel his body physically deflate at the man’s words. It sounded like Phil just had a little too much fun with the cocktails.

“That idiot! Thank you so much for calling me. Is he there with you?” he said, getting out of the bathroom and heading to his room to put his shoes on.

“Yes he’s right here, he’s pretty out of it.”

“Can you put him on the phone please?”

Dan heard rustling from the other end of the line, and then a few unclear, muffled words, before he finally heard Phil’s voice, barely audible and mumbling into his Phone.

“Danny,” he said, or at least that was what Dan assumed he said.

“God Phil, you’re such an idiot! What were you thinking?” he said, before thinking the better of it. Phil was definitely not in a state to receive scolding. Dan had to pull himself together.

Phil only whimpered at Dan’s sharp words, mumbling something Dan wasn’t able to hear, but he was pretty sure it was something along the lines of “sorry.”

Dan took a deep breath to calm himself down, clutching his phone a little too tightly. “Are you okay?” he asked, because really, that was the most important question.

“I don’t feel so good,” Phil answered, and for the first time Dan could actually make sense of the words he was saying.

Dan could feel his chest tightening. He was fine. Just drunk. Just stupidly drunk. That’s all it was.

“You’re going to be fine, okay Philly? You just drank too much that’s all. Stay there, I’m coming to get you, yeah?”

Phil didn’t answer and Dan heard more rustling before the guy from before was talking to him again. “Hello?”

“Hey, I’m heading out of the house right now to pick him up. Can you please stay with him until I get there? I know it’s a lot to ask.”

“Um, yeah, I think we can wait for a bit,” he said, not sounding all too happy about Dan’s request, but Dan couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment.

“Can you send me the name of the club? I’m calling a cab right now.”

“Yeah sure.”

“And tell him I’m on my way, okay? I’m not sure he heard me and I don’t want him to freak out.”

“Okay.”

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The drive was fairly quick, but Dan couldn’t help feeling like the time was dragging on forever.

Phil never pulled stunts like that, and as much as Dan was pissed off, he knew he was mostly just concerned.

Where were Phil’s friends? How did they let him drink that much? Why weren’t they with him?

He was looking at the road and wishing the lights to turn green already and for all the other cars to disappear from their lane.

And even though he knew Phil was fine, probably just drunk and feeling sick because he wasn’t used this much alcohol, his heart was still pounding in his chest. It was certainly quite a scare, and Phil would be getting in so much trouble for putting Dan through all that.

Tomorrow. Dan reminded himself. Tonight, Dan just needed to have him safe again by his side.

When they got there, Dan told the cab driver to wait for him, getting out of the car and looking around for Phil.

It didn’t take him long to find him.

Phil was sitting on the pavement, his head resting back on the wall of the club, eyes looking unfocused. Next to him set 3 young looking guys, looking up at Dan the moment he approached.

“Thank you so much for calling me guys, I’ll take it from here,” he said, leaning down to kneel next to Phil.

They looked at him for a moment more before getting up and walking away, murmuring a quiet “bye,” and “good luck.”

Dan let all his attention go back to Phil, taking in his pitiful state.

“You’re going to get so much yelling tomorrow, I hope you know that,” Dan said softly, reaching out to cup Phil’s face in his hands.

Phil didn’t seem to register his words, but he did perk up at the sight of Dan’s face a bit.

“Dan,” he whined, trying to pull Dan closer to him but instead falling to his side.

“Easy there, Philly. Don’t want to fall and hit your thick head. Might knock some sense into it by accident.”

Again, Phil didn’t seem to understand what Dan was saying, just whining in response.

“Where’s your friends?” Dan asked, trying to pull Phil into a standing position, lifting him up by the armpits. He was certainly glad for the extra muscles he got from all the exercising he’d been doing for the last few months at that moment.

“I don’t know, they went dancing but the nice guy at the bar kept giving me yummy drinks with umbrellas so I didn’t go with them.” Phil slurred, leaning all his weight on Dan’s body, cold nose finding his way to Dan’s neck.

Oh. So, so much yelling.

They started to walk slowly to the cab, Dan supporting Phil’s body.

“And then what happened?” Dan asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Um, he wanted to dance. But I didn’t and I told him I didn’t because Dan wouldn’t like that and I don’t want Dan to be sad. But he looked kind of mad and it made me feel bad. And then I felt sick so I wanted to go home but everything was spinning.” Phil was talking fast and Dan could barely understand what he was saying, but he couldn’t help but feel even angrier at his words. How could Phil’s friends leave him alone with a guy who was basically shoving drinks down his throat? What if something worse than Phil just simply feeling sick would have happened?

They got to the cab and Dan helped Phil get in before sitting next to him, telling the cab driver to go back to where they came from.

Phil automatically slouched into Dan’s body, tucking himself under Dan’s chin.

“You’re sad. I didn’t dance with him but you’re still sad,” Phil said, and Dan could feel a pang in his chest from the sound of Phil’s confused voice.

Dan wrapped his arm around him, noting the cab driver wasn’t giving them a second look, and gave him a lingering kiss on the head, feeling relief washing over him now that Phil was safe again in his arms.

“I’m not sad, I’m freaking pissed at your friends for not looking after you, and at that guy for trying to take advantage of you, and at you for getting yourself in this situation,” he said, but his voice was far too soft to actually sound angry.

Phil just pushed himself farther into Dan’s body, mumbling a quiet “sorry,” and closing his eyes.

Dan kissed his head again, pulling him closer and holding him tighter.

Tomorrow will be the time for stern conversations. Time to tell Phil he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without Dan again until he learns how to be an adult. Time to call his so called “friends” and give them a piece of his mind.

But for now, he was just relived knowing that Phil was safe. That he was okay. He was going to be just fine.