Guess who has updated ~

If I'm honest, Chapter 2 was very emotional to write and this chapter was kinda too, it was sorta cute too though. Sorry if it's a bit rubbish though because i've been distracted with friend drama and Kerrang! playing good music lmao oops anyway enjoy 3

PHILS POV

Why are we sitting with a seat between us? My eyes flickered between the TV and Dan's face who was sitting a seat away. We were on the same sofa but for some reason he'd chosen to sit far away. Maybe I smell. Discretely I sniffed under my armpit, making sure Dan never saw. Nope not that.

Maybe he heard me and Lewis before. Again, I looked over to Dan's face and studied it. His head was lowered slightly and his eyes set on the floor. He looked utterly deep in thought, yet almost traumatised by something. What's happening – he was fine earlier.

Suddenly the doorbell went, signalling that the Chinese food had arrived. "I'll get it," I said, standing up from my seat and walking quickly to the door. I grabbed a couple of pounds before opening the door. A young woman opened the door. She was rather pretty, with her long brown hair tucked behind her shoulders and royal blue eyes focused on me.

"Nice place you've got – this is really expensive for somebody so young," she said.

"Haha yep," I said, just wishing she would give me the food.

"In fact you're quite nice too," she said, winking at me. Can I not just have my food?

I heard the TV in the other room switch off and footsteps come towards the door. Not the right time Dan. "Hi, how much will that be?" he said, cutting to the chase. He towered over the girl, glaring at her.

"Oh about £13.50," she said, looking as if she was threatened.

Dan, please go away, I thought to myself. I knew he wasn't going to leave till she left so I didn't even try to make him leave. Instead I counted out the correct change carefully, adding an extra 20p onto the amount to try and make up for the rudeness of Dan.

"Here you go," I said, trying to sound joyful whilst handing over the money in exchange for the food. "Have a good night!" She smiled weakly at me before scribbling down a number.

"Here's your receipt," she went into a whisper ", call me if your boyfriend doesn't get his attitude out."

Both I and Dan cringed. It had been so long since somebody had mistaken us for a couple, and now I had a boyfriend. Quickly I shut the door and marched into the kitchen, trying to ignore the fact that Dan was following me.

"Oh my God – I am so sorry that was really rude of me, wasn't it."

My hands reached in the bag and placed each package flat on a kitchen counter. I didn't bother looking up at him. I didn't want to see him – I wanted everything to be good again, like it was yesterday.

But then I felt hands wrap around me. Warmth engulfed my body, with delicate fingertips touching my stomach. A heavy head rested on my shoulder as I leant back slightly, letting my weight be taken in by the man. He heavily breathed down my neck.

"You can't be angry with me, now can you?" Dan whispered in my ear.

His grasp became slightly tighter, but warming and homely. I turned my head to face him. We breathed in each other's air, almost touched each other's skin. Our bodies were close – almost too close.

"Of course not," I said, smiling at him.

His face edged closer towards mine, with the dark eyes staring into me. I fell into the abyss which was his eyes. They captivated me and drew me in, blinding me of what was reality and fantasy. Snap out of it – you have a boyfriend. I heard voices all around me telling me it was wrong, but it felt so right.

Suddenly I realised what was happening. Merely a millimetre away his face was, relaxed and happy. I didn't want to ruin his happiness, but I couldn't let him ruin mine with Lewis. Speedily I pulled out of the grasp and adjusted my stance. Dan's face stopped being relaxed; instead it turned into a frown, a frown full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I... I love Lewis."

My insides crumpled at those words; how could I admit this? His face dropped even more, entering into a frown with tears generating.

"Dan. I'm so sorry, it's just…"

"I get it. It's okay. We're just friends, and that's all I want." He chuckled whilst looking down.

But that's not what all you want. My mind shuffled, split from knowing what I actually wanted. You want to be best friends again, that's absolutely all you want. But I didn't know how to achieve this – our previous friendship was based on our romance in earlier years (which we decided to break off early). How could we rebuild without having that phase again?

"Yeah. Anyway, let's get back to the anime – it was getting exciting!" I said, grabbing my spring rolls.

DANS POV

His face was so close to mine – we were so close. I don't know what overcame myself to make myself think that was okay, it certainly wasn't. If Lewis was home I'd no longer be here, I'd probably be laying in my own blood on the floor. But I didn't feel guilt, I felt pleasure. Phil just made me feel like I was in another universe, where we could be together. But you don't want that, remember he has somebody.

I followed his body walk out of the room. My eyes, no matter how much I tried, could not move off of him. They followed his hair, which flowed like a waterfall yet bopped up and down like a trampoline. They followed his arms, which swung by his side and grasped onto his food.

We both sat in the same sofa, this time with Phil using the middle seat and putting his food to the side. My body sank into the bright yellow sofa, unlike before when I felt on edge. I breathed heavily as I moved my head back, focusing on the plain ceiling. The moonlight reflected slightly on the dark brown walls – or maybe it was the TV which was next to the door to the kitchen. Swiftly my eyes glanced over the door to the kitchen, then to the left for the door to the hallway and entrance. Then I looked to the right of me, to see the beautiful innocent face grasped by the anime.

It was late, really late – the type of late that meant the sun was almost back up. I turned off the TV after a few hours but couldn't sleep, nor could I move. Phil had ended up resting his head on my shoulder and at some point he put his arm around my waist while he slept. I had no problem with it, but Lewis might when he comes in.

I stared at him for most of the time, glancing at his smile. He looked so peaceful and happy in his sleep, especially compared to how he looked earlier. Nothing made me happier than seeing his stress and worries go away – even if it is just in sleep.

But then suddenly his mind and face started to stress, causing tension in the early morning light of the room. He started to move frantically, his head bouncing from side to side as his arms tensed. His mouth started to move and breathe heavily.

"Lewis… n… no, don't… gra… there," he said quietly, yet in a panicked voice.

Panic also overtook me as I felt him get more scared. I didn't know what to do – I could wake him up, but he won't like to realise that he'd been hugging me or just leave him, but he would get so scared. You need to help him my mind yelled at me.

"Ge… Get off me," he whispered, but it felt as loud as a yell.

I couldn't take it anymore. Quickly I grabbed his hand, stroking it to calm him as I spoke ", Dan. Wake up, it's okay it's just a nightmare." His eyes bounced open, alert. He quickly registered the light and where he was, but he still looked traumatised. Water flowed from his eyes.

"Dan," I said, taking him in my grasp ", it's okay – everything is okay." He clung onto me, burying his head in my shoulder.

"But it's not," he said, stuttering slightly ", it... its reall… y not. He… he made me go into bed and…"

Dan never finished. Instead the door quickly unlocked, slamming open. A smaller body entered the room, glaring at us.

"What the fuck did you do to him," Lewis said.