Phil POV
"Hey Dan, what are we doing for tea?" I wait for a reply, "Dan?" I wait again "Oi! Dan!" I say louder and start to look for him.
I knock on his door and wait; I hear nothing so I go in to see him lay on his bed.
"Didn't want to answer me then?" I say being quite annoyed, but then I see the tear that he's wiping from his eye and the bottle he has in his hand. "What's wrong Dan?" I say in a calmer voice.
"Nothing," he fakes a smile in my direction, "I'm perfectly fine." He slurs.
I take the bottle away from him and he tries to protest but I push him down.
I go over to his laptop and open it up, Facebook pops up and there is a picture of Dan's ex (Becky) and her new boyfriend, also the guy that Becky cheated him on with.
"I wasn't good enough," another tear comes down his eye, "Why wasn't I good enough, He was and, I… I wasn't. Now there happy and I'm… I'm alone." he starts to sob quietly. I've never seen Dan like this before. I've seen him angry, sad, annoyed, but never heartbroken, never falling apart. I just had to try and pick up the pieces.
I sit on his bed "Hey, hey, you are good enough, you're perfect." I sooth, wiping a tear away as I move his hair out of his eyes. "Ok, never forget it. She was a bitch and he isn't any better, you're too good for both of them." I hush, he tries to smile but I know from his eyes he didn't believe what I was saying. "Anyway, why don't you go sit in the lounge, I'll get some pasta going and we'll just chill, yeah?"
He nods and we both go into the lounge, I turn the TV on for him, turn the pasta on and go and get a blanket. When I walk back into the lounge he's just sat there staring at the wall.
"Here you go," I say while putting the blanket on the sofa next to him. He doesn't grab it even though he's shivering. I sigh and pick it back up, I unfold it. Then I lean over to wrap it round him.
There was some recognition on his face "Thanks." he barely whispers.
When the pasta is done, I bring it through, we watch TV for an hour and I can't help but notice that he hasn't touched the pasta. I look over to Dan to see him looking at me; he looks away when our eyes meet.
It went quite cold suddenly, brr, I shivered.
"Phil." Dan whispers with his croaky voice, I looked over to see him opening the blanket, showing that there was space. I climbed over and sit with him.