Phil Lester

"So parties are more important than me?" I cross my arms over my chest as I stare at Dan who is lacing up his shoes, and he just rolls his eyes running a hand through his hair to push them off his forehead.

"They're not more important, I just feel like going to one," He says, but his explanation is really pointless and it's annoying me.

"Why?" I continue to pester him and he huffs out a sigh before turning his head slightly to look at me and raising his eyebrows as if he's irritated.

"Because I like going to them, and it's more of a routine thing for me," He shrugs. I feel like I'm overthinking him going to a party all by himself, but I can't help it when he has a history of doing stuff with people when he's drunk.

"Sleeping with other people is also a routine thing for you," I snap at him and he shakes his head, a little smile forming on his face and I scowl at him in response.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap again, and he gets off the edge of the bed before ruffling my hair, his smile magnifying and causing my annoyance to melt at every glance at his dimples.

"Because you're really cute," He says as if it's am obvious thing and I flush slightly before furrowing my eyebrows further so he can't see the blush coating my cheeks. I blush way too easily.

"And I'll text you later, stop worrying about it I'm not going to do anything inappropriate with anyone," He leans over and kisses me briefly before standing up straight and pulling his jeans up his hips, giving me another smile and a small wave, making his way out of my room.

"Wait!" I call after him and he takes a few steps back, raising his eyebrows once again in question. "Can I come along?" I'm aware that I'm being clingy but no part within me wants to trust Dan on his own, and drunk, and at a party.

"What? Since when do you like to go to parties?" He tilts his head to the side in confusion and I scowl at him.

"If you don't want me to go you can say it," I mutter, leaning back against the pillows and pulling my duvet up my chest. I know I'm being dramatic and annoying and unnecessarily snappy, but I don't think Dan has any reason to complain about it. Why does he go to those stupid parties anyway?

"It's not that I don't want you to go, I just don't know if you'll like it," He shrugs, seeming to choose his words carefully.

"Okay," I give in. I have no idea what else to pick a fight about so it's better if he just leaves and I'm left anticipating whatever the hell he will do at that dreaded party.

"Okay what?"

"Nothing," I grab my phone from the nightstand and pick out PJ's number so I can see what he's upto. I miss having him at my apartment and it has been so long since we have hung out together. "You can go, I'll call PJ and see if he's doing anything interesting,"

"PJ?" He takes a few more steps back. "Why would you call him?"

"Because he's my best friend?" My statement sounds more like a question. His cheeks puff at my statement and he looks away from me.

"Okay, I'll just go then," He mutters awkwardly, running a hand through his hair and walking out of my room without looking at me. What the hell was that about?

I don't give it much thought, I just dial PJ's number and press the device to my ear.

"Hey, can you come over?"

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