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Hello! So, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I feel like it's kind of crappy so far but I'm trying my best! Anyways, let’s not throw a pity party and get on with it! Here's chapter 2 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night! Enjoy!

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Phil's POV

I spent the whole night watching stupid documentaries about different animals, only bothering to get up once or twice to get some food or go to the bathroom. These documentaries seemed to be the only thing helping me keep my mind off of Dan and his anniversary date.

The documentary about meerkats just finished and I checked the time on my cell phone. 10:00pm, Dan was going to be home any minute, but I doubted that due to the fact that this was his two year anniversary and he was probably going to stay at Jenna’s for night.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance before getting up to do some cleaning up around the flat; I literally had nothing else to do. I grabbed the vacuum from the closet before beginning to suck up all the crumbs from the rug in our lounge. I was almost done before Dan came bursting into the flat with swollen, red eyes and tears streaming down his face.

He dropped a bag of what seemed like quite a lot of beer bottles and slid down the he just entered through, putting his head into his knees. Something went seriously wrong and thank God I was here to comfort him about it.

I shut off the vacuum and put it to the side before rushing across the lounge and over to Dan’s side. “Hey, Dan,” my voice filled with concern, “What happened‽ Are you okay‽” I sat down in front of him, watching him shake his head feverishly; he was literally shaking. “Dan, tell me what happened,” I put my hand on his knee, causing him to slowly look up at me.

“She left me, Phil,” Dan choked between sobs, “She arrived half an hour late to our date, already acting like a brat, and then ordered the most expensive items on the meal. Then after we were done eating, she simply got up, said she’d been cheating on me for the past year, and left me alone in the restaurant with the tab.” His tears grew heavier after he repeated the events of the night, every single one playing out in his mind.

My heart dropped at Dan’s pain, but I couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of happiness. I was happy that he finally got rid of the snob that had been taking over his life, even if he didn’t actually get rid of her, rather the opposite. I was also kind of ecstatic for my own selfish reasons of him finally being single after two years. I hid the happiness I felt inside and pulled a sympathetic and saddening look while I crawled over to him, pulling his forehead onto my shoulder.

I tangled his soft, brown hair between my fingers since I knew that calmed him down. “Dan, it’s going to be okay,” I searched for words, “You don’t need her, you know you deserve and could do way better than her.” His sobbing continued as I laced my arm around his neck and started tracing shapes into his shoulder. I kept blurting whatever comforting words came into my head until his sobbing finally died down.

“Can you hand me a beer?” he made a grabbing motion with his hand towards the bag, “I really need to numb my mind for a little to get her off my mind.” I looked over at the bag and then back at him with a hesitant look. “I’m not so sure, Dan,” I raised my eyebrows, “You get pretty crazy when it comes to alcohol and I don’t think it’ll be any better when you’re in this state.” Dan just growled before glaring at me with an annoyed look. I knew it wasn’t out of hatred; he was just really vulnerable right now, so I couldn’t argue with him at this moment.

I grabbed a bottle from the bag and handed it to him as I leaned back against the wall. I watched him crack open the bottle and chug down almost half of the bottle at his first sip. “Dan!” I gasped, “Watch it.” He simply just giggled at my concern and continued taking light sips from the half empty bottle.

“You know, she never did say she loved me,” Dan began to pour out his feelings, “She said to me through text, but never with any meaning. And, whenever I told her I loved her she always replied with a ‘Yeah, you too’ before changing the subject of our conversation.” I just shook my head, knowing that I didn’t really need to speak while he was ranting.

“She also took up all my time, we never get to hang out like we used to before she came,” his words began to slur, “She was always jealous of our friendship.” My heart fluttered at the thought of Jenna actually being jealous of mine and Dan’s relationship. “Yeah, I always knew she hated me, but I kind of felt the same about her. The girl was a bitch!” I laughed nervously, worrying that Dan might still love her and take offense to my comment.

“She really was,” he finished off the bottle, “And, she was never appreciative for anything I got her or did for her. I got her a bouquet of her favorite flowers tonight and all she said was ‘Our two year anniversary and all you get me are flowers’. Yes, along with the five hundred euro meal that we’re about to have.” Dan reached over me to get another bottle and flopped back into his place, opening up the bottle. “Daniel! You’re such a terrible boyfriend; it should’ve been a thousand euro meal!” I mocked Jenna, causing him to break into laughter.

He opened the bottle and chugged down the whole thing before taking in a huge gasp of air and dropping the bottle besides him. “Dan!” I yelled as a tingle of worry came through me. Dan just shook his head before grabbing a third bottle and slowly drinking it this time.

“Phil, you’re seriously the best,” his words filled my heart with warmth, “I could always rely on you to make me feel better, thanks.” I nodded and smiled at him before getting up to toss away the other two bottles he’d drunk.

When I walked back into the room, Dan was sat on the sofa spreading his arms open to me. The third bottle was empty at the door and I grabbed it to throw it out.

I came back and Dan’s arms were still wide open towards my direction. “Philly! I want cuddles!” he chirped childishly, causing me to giggle and walk over to him. How could I ever give up a chance to snuggle with Dan, even if he was drunk? I drew myself closer to him and wrapped my arms around his torso, letting him nuzzle his head into my chest.

“Phil, what did I do to deserve this?” he whispered quietly to me, obviously expecting an answer. “Dan, you didn’t deserve any of the pain you’re going through right now,” I messed with his hair as I spoke calmly, “What you do deserve is someone better, someone who won’t treat you like trash, someone who would love you for you and what you did for them. A girl who would treat you as if you’re the most important thing in her life.” I felt a small pang of jealousy rush through me as I realized that Dan one day would find this person and it wouldn’t be me.

Dan was quite for a few moments before he looked up at me and stared into my eyes. “So, pretty much you?” Dan’s words slurred as his intoxication took over the last of his sober mind. “Well, if that’s what you want, go ahead and try to find a female version of me,” I sighed, feeling the jealousy take over more of my emotions.

“But that’s impossible Phil!” Dan quickly pulled out of my embrace and straddled himself onto my lap, facing me and putting his hands on my chest to hold him up, “You’re one of a kind and there’s nobody else like you.” My heart began to race faster at his words as I tried to keep my face straight and hide the smile that was trying to creep onto my face. “Phil, you’re literally perfect for me,” Dan sighed as he looked deep into my blue eyes, “Can’t we just be together?”

My eyes widened with excitement before I realized that Dan was drunk and that he’d forget everything in the morning. “Dan, you’re straight. You like girls not me, a guy,” I forced a laugh to release some of the awkwardness I was feeling. “What if I’m not?” he leaned closer to me, “What if I like guys, but like never thought about it before?”

I gulped at the closeness between our faces, “Well maybe you should find a guy who would be willing to experiment with you so you could see if you actually like guys or not.” Dan only leaned in closer to my face, making my heart race even faster. “Phil, do you want to experiment with me?” he winked flirtatiously as he leaned in even closer. I could just lift my chin a little and our lips would collide, but Dan was drunk, and I couldn’t take advantage of him like that.

“Dan, you’re drunk. You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about right now,” I sighed, feeling disappointed that Dan would never actually feel for me in that way. He nodded before rolling off me, breaking our closeness, and leaning onto my shoulder. “Phil?” I looked over to him as he called me name, “Would you be willing to experiment with me if I was sober and asked you to?”

I had to think for a while, but then realized that sober, straight Dan would never actually want to experiment with a guy, that guy especially being me. “How about this,” I watched Dan yawn, noticing that he was slowly dozing off, “If you remember any of this tomorrow, ask me again, and we’ll see what happens.” Dan simply nodded before putting his head onto my laps and pulling a blanket over him. “Now go to sleep and we’ll see what happens,” I put my head on the back of the sofa before I heard Dan lightly snoring. I listened to the sounds of his breathing and calmly fell asleep, hoping that Dan would remember the next day.

Yay! That was chapter 2 of It Wasn’t Just a Drunken Night! Did you enjoy reading? I felt like this chapter was a little better than the last, but I’m still trying to improve. Anyways, thank you for reading and be sure to leave me your desperately wanted feedback! Thanks