Dan's P.O.V.

My head is pounding and my vision is blurry. A beam of light shines through the paper-thin curtains, hitting me right in the eyes. I let out a groan and bury my face into my pillow. The bed is warm…too warm, almost. I let out a sleepy sigh and look down to my chest. I'm wearing a different shirt then I was last night. Oh god, last night. I don't remember anything but-

I stop mid-thought as my body seems to finally wake up. There's something pressed to my side.

I swerve around as fast as my body will currently allow.

It's Phil. Well, it's his arm anyway.

His head just barely rests on the pillow. His lower half is under the covers, but his top half isn't. If I remember correctly, he's wearing the same shirt as he was last night. It's rolled up a bit so his stomach is sort of exposed. His skin is pale, but not too pale. It looks so smooth.

…But why is he in my bed? We hadn't hooked up or anything, had we? No, I would have remembered that. How else would he have gotten here then? Was it even his choice to stay? I know I can get a bit forceful. There are so many questions, all of them unanswered.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. His arm rests under his head, creating an acute angle. His chest just rises a bit as he takes in shallow breaths. His eye lashes are dark, really dark, and pretty too. But I miss the beauty of his eyes. They're like the sea; pools of light-green and electric-blue, always changing. I love them. They're much better than my plain brown eyes. His hair is feathered out, sticking up in different angles. Adorable. I have to resist the urge to touch it, pat it down, and fluff it up.

And now, I'm staring at his lips. They're light pink and full. They're probably soft. He's probably a good kisser.

Well, let's find out if he is.

Shut the hell up, brain.

I pull the blanket over him a little more so he doesn't get cold and lay back down. According to my phone, it's only seven. The campers won't be here until at least three, so I have plenty of time to sleep off this semi-hangover. I decide not to fall back asleep with my back to him, so instead, I face him. I give him one final look through before my eyes flutter shut and my hand finds his waist.

Phil's P.O.V.

I'm awoken by a light touch on my hip, which turns out to be Dan's hand. He's facing me now. I had purposely faced him away from me last night. He must have rolled over in his sleep…and placed his hand on my waist.

He's gorgeous even when he sleeps. The dark circles under his eyes tell me that he's hung over, if that wasn't already obvious. I have no clue how much he actually drank last night, seeing as though I only found him near the end. I hope he's not one to get killer hangovers, or the rest of today is going to be hell for him.

A small smile makes his lips turn up as he giggles in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming about. His fingers lightly dance on my skin, tickling me a bit. I have to hold in my own laughter. He turns his head down slightly, willing his fringe to slide down in front of his eyes. My willpower leaves and I break the promise I had made to not touch him. I bring my hand up to his face and push aside the brown locks. His nose crinkles slightly at my touch, but he doesn't wake, which is probably for the best. His fingers continue to drum against my side, staying at a steady, even pace. He lets out a soft sigh and sneaks closer to me. And just like that, his fingers stop and his hand goes limp as he falls even deeper into slumber.

He's so cute.

Stop, Phil. You just met him yesterday, you twat.

I decide that I should probably get up before he finds out I had spent the night in his bed. Dan seems to be a deep sleeper, so getting up shouldn't be all that difficult. Slowly, I allow my hand to hover above his. I'm reluctant to touch him again. Maybe I won't want to back away this time. I shove the thought out of my mind and allow our skin to make contact. His hand is warm, mine cold. A shiver jolts down my spine, causing me to flinch, moving Dan's hand with mine.

Dan exhales sharply, his eyes popping open. He bats his eyes a few times before looking up me, then down to our hands. I bite my lip and slowly jerk away from him.

"I was, uh, you were, last night," I completely stumble over my words. I allow myself to look at Dan, but only for what I thought was going to be a moment. As soon as my eyes move to him, blue meets brown, and I'm lost, lost in those beautiful, milky brown eyes. They've taken me, and I'm completely under surrender.

Dan blinks, snapping me out of my trance.

"Um, yeah, I guess I drank a bit too much last night." He sits up, scratching his head. "W-What time is it?"

"Half past nine," I murmur. "I'm just going to go get dressed." I use my thumbs to point at the door. He nods, his eyes glued onto mine once more. I spin on my heels to face my suitcase as I calculate how quickly I can get out of the room after grabbing my clothes.

" Hey, Phil?" Dan says sleepily, but firmly.

"Uh, yeah, Dan?"

"Thanks."

"For?" He must be out of his mind.

He shrugs. "Making sure I didn't do anything stupid."

"Oh, that was nothing." I can feel myself blush a bit.

"Yes, it was." He insists. "Now to get dressed so we can eat. I'm starving!" He grins at me and I grin at him, the awkwardness immediately gone. Thank god for that.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Chapter five coming soon. I promise, it won't be a two month wait again. I just had to sort some things out. C:

Phancakes,

~TheInternetHomo~