Dan was aching all over when he woke up the next morning. He groaned and rolled over, burying his face in Phil's chest, waking Phil up. "Hm, what is it?" Phil muttered, half asleep, not opening his eyes. "Hurts." Dan mumbled, his voice muffled by Phil's chest. Phil stroked his hair gently. "I'm sorry babe." he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking down at Dan, who was pouting. "Would a hot shower make things any better?" he asked, moving his hands down Dan's back to cup his bare ass. Dan smiled softly, pecking Phil's lips. "Only if you're in there with me." he said, getting gingerly to his feet and pulling Phil up, leading him into the bathroom. Phil followed with a yawn. He watched Dan as he turned the shower on. There were bruises on his hips and a vaguely hand-shaped mark on his backside. Once the water had warmed up Dan pulled Phil into the spacious shower. "You're so cute." Phil murmured, stepping under the water with Dan and grabbing the shampoo. He massaged it into Dan's hair gently, watching as Dan smiled and relaxed. Phil gently kissed a bruise on the side of Dan's neck, spluttering when he got shampoo in his mouth. Dan giggled, looking up at him. "You're a giant dork." he said, grinning widely. They both washed themselves and stepped out, wrapping fluffy towels round themselves. "I've got a lot of stuff to do this morning to make sure everything's ready for the party. You can stay up here if you want, or you can help me out. It's up to you." Phil said, towel-drying his hair. Dan was knelt on the floor to pick out some clothes. "Uh... I guess I'll help you out." Dan smiled, looking up at him. "Are you gonna actually help out or are you just gonna hover around and complain while everyone else does the work?" Phil asked teasingly. "We'll see." Dan laughed, getting dressed and styling his hair.

They met Martyn and Cornelia at breakfast, and Dan piled his plate high with bacon and hash browns. Phil laughed as he noticed this, shaking his head. "I have no idea how you stay so skinny." Phil said, ruffling his hair, messing it up. He kissed Dan's nose, ignoring Dan pouting at him, and went to sit back down. After several plates of breakfast and lots of cups of coffee they all felt about ready to start getting things set up for tonight's party. They were shown to the hotel's large function room and had a few of the hotel workers help them arrange the room how they wanted it. Phil and Martyn had a collection of pictures from their parents actual wedding reception, and wanted to set up the room as close to the original as they could. It took about an hour to set up all the chairs and tables, then they got onto the decorations, which Dan was much more enthusiastic about, offering his advice and aesthetic input, sitting on a table and swinging his feet as he helped blow up balloons with Martyn. They got on well together and chatted in between inflating the balloons, Martyn telling Dan all about how they'd decided on the idea to throw this party and how his parents were getting here (his and Phil's grandma was going to say she was taking them to the hotel for afternoon tea). By the time the room was set up it was fast approaching 3:00 when everyone was due to start arriving.

Dan got dressed, spending a long time dithering over which suit to wear as he'd brought two just in case. He decided on the Givenchy suit Phil had brought back from his business trip, checking himself over in the mirror and fixing his hair carefully, until Phil finally pulled him away from his own reflection.

Dan had fun at the party, meeting all of Phil's family and being absolutely charming. Phil's grandma in particular took a liking to Dan, telling Phil how lucky he was to have such a handsome boyfriend. He and Phil both had quite a lot of champagne, getting a little bit tipsy but everyone else was just the same so it didn't matter. When they sat down for their meal they were giggling and chatting away, when Phil suddenly stopped, looking all of a sudden very uncomfortable. "What?" Dan asked, frowning. Phil gestured with his head to the table behind them. "That's Alice." he said quietly.

Dan's eyes widened and he looked round, seeing the woman Phil was talking about. She was extremely pretty, wearing a black dress, her long blonde hair pulled up into a loose up do. "Her. That's the woman you didn't want to marry?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah." Phil said, shrugging. The woman noticed Dan staring and looked at him, then her eyes shifted over to Phil, who had his arm around Dan's shoulders. She sighed and looked away, excusing herself from the table and walking away. "Shit," Phil muttered, getting to his feet and following her. Dan frowned, but stayed sitting down, watching Phil go over to her.

"Alice. Are you okay?" Phil asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. Although he'd never felt any real feelings of love towards Alice, they had still been friends since they were kids and he didn't want to make her upset. "I'm fine, Phil." she muttered, turning round to look at him. "I just... I didn't expect you to be here with anyone." Phil frowned at this. "Really? I mean... you're engaged. Why do you care if I'm here with someone? Do you not want me to be happy or something?" Phil said, rolling his eyes. "Honestly? Honestly, I don't want you to be happy. Because you broke my heart. You were out picking up twinks in bars while I was planning our wedding!" She said, raising her voice. Phil blushed and shushed her. "Look, I'm sorry. We can talk later, okay? Let's just not do this right now. We'll grab a drink in the bar after the party, okay?" Phil said cautiously. "Okay, fine..." Alice said, sighing and going back to her seat.

Phil groaned, running a hand through his hair before going to sit back down next to Dan. He told Dan what had happened and Dan pouted, smoothing down Phil's hair. "It's okay. Here, have another drink." Dan said, pouring Phil another glass of champagne. He smiled and kissed Phil's cheek. Phil smiled gratefully, having another few drinks while they waited for their food. The party went on well into the night, everyone was dancing and drinking. Dan and Phil stayed in their seats for most of the night, chatting with Phil's parents and brother and the occasional relative or family friend coming up to congratulate the happy couple, or Phil and Martyn on throwing such a great party or to tell Phil he and Dan made a very cute couple.

Around midnight people started to leave, either going to their hotels rooms or making their ways home. Once they'd said goodbye to Phil's parents, Phil said he was going to go and meet Alice and gave Dan the room key. Dan reluctantly took it and went up to their room, not feeling too thrilled that Phil was going to go and drunkenly talk to the beautiful woman he had almost married. He sighed and flopped down on the hotel bed, turning on the TV. Dan got bored of waiting for Phil and grabbed a few drinks from the room's mini bar, deciding he might as well get drunk. It was almost two hours later when Phil returned. He was pretty drunk too – he'd gotten through several bottles of champagne at the party and he and Alice had drank a fair bit of wine.

"Finally." Dan mumbled, sitting up as the door opened and Phil stumbled in. Dan pulled Phil in when he was close enough and kissed him. "How'd it go?" he asked, pulling away and frowning. He slowly let go of Phil, noticing the obvious lipstick marks on his neck and smudged around his mouth. "Did you kiss her?" he asked angrily. Phil shrugged, wiping at his mouth. "Yeah. She started it. I dunno, I had a lot to drink." he said, casually. Dan stared at him incredulously. "What the fuck! How could you?" he shouted. Phil jumped at Dan's raised voice. "How could I what? Oh, you can get pissed at me for kissing someone but when I get mad at you for fucking someone else I'm being unreasonable?" Phil said, suddenly defensive. Dan stared back at him, biting his lip. "I... I don't know." he said quietly. "I thought we weren't gonna see other people?"

"When the fuck did we agree on that, Dan? Because I didn't get the memo." Phil said, getting angry now. "It's the same old shit with you. You don't like to share." Phil muttered, turning away and going into the bathroom. "I-I'm sorry." Dan mumbled, reminding himself that him and Phil weren't together, they were just pretending. He felt tears in his eyes and shook his head, wiping them away quickly. He was being ridiculous. He'd never wanted to be in a relationship before. He hated relationships. But... he also loved Phil. Dan shook his head again, putting his head in his hands. He didn't love Phil. He liked him, in possibly more than just in the sexual way he had intended, but he didn't love him. Phil came back into the room, crossing over to his side of the bed and turning the TV off on the way. "I'm going to bed. I've got a headache." Phil muttered, undressing and putting on some pyjamas before getting into bed.

Dan sighed heavily and finished his drink before getting undressed too and crawling into bed. "I'm sorry." he mumbled to Phil, who was facing away from him. Phil didn't say anything. His head was buzzing – he didn't know what to think about the evening's events. Alice had told Phil she still loved him. She'd told Phil that Dan was clearly just a rebound - "The kid's eighteen years old for Christ's sake" - and that she was willing to give him a second chance. Part of Phil's mind thought that she was right. He and Dan obviously didn't have a future together. He sighed as he felt Dan nuzzling into him from behind. "Dan..." he muttered, but Dan just whined, wanting someone to cuddle. Phil sighed and put an arm round him. "I didn't mean to annoy you." Dan mumbled. "I just... I get jealous easily I guess." he sighed, pressing his face into Phil's neck. "I know." Phil said quietly, and although his mind was still working at a hundred miles an hour, it was nice to have Dan cuddled into his chest.

They both slept in late the next morning, as they didn't get to bed until around 3am. They were staying for an extra night as Phil's parents wanted to take them out to dinner tonight so they didn't have to rush to check out. When they did wake up, neither of them brought up last night's argument. They just lay in bed together cuddling until Phil finally summoned up the energy to get out of bed and take a shower. "What do you want to do today? We've got all afternoon to kill." Phil said as he picked out some clothes. Dan just shrugged. "Are there any good shops around?" he asked, yawning and rolling over to face Phil. "Not really." Phil chuckled, looking over at him and smiling. He always looked so cute when he was all sleepy. "Hey, it's your birthday next month isn't it?" Phil asked, trying to sound casual. Dan grinned. "Yes it is, on the eleventh. Why?" he asked. "No reason." Phil said, blowing him a kiss before going into the bathroom. Dan chuckled as he left the room, going over to his suitcase and picking out some clean clothes for the day.

They ended up sitting in bed, drinking wine they ordered from room service and watching cartoons most of the day. Martyn and Cornelia knocked on their door mid-afternoon to ask if they wanted to go for a walk. Dan answered it in his boxers, unsteady on his feet, and told them that he and Phil were busy but thanks anyway. He tottered back over to the bed, crawling over to Phil and nuzzling into his side, nestling himself under Phil's arm. They were still slightly tipsy when they met up with Phil's parents for dinner. Thankfully, because there were six of them, Martyn had to drive them to the restaurant instead of Phil, because his car had six seats, so Phil didn't have to tell anyone he'd been drinking. No one noticed anyway.

They had a great time at dinner, Phil's mum had already spent most of the party yesterday fawning over Dan and how lucky Phil was, and Dan got on well with Phil's dad as well. Dan got to tell the story of how they supposedly got together again, this time adding even more details. Phil just watched Dan tell the fake story with a smile. He couldn't help but think back to their argument yesterday, and wonder if Dan would ever actually want to be in a relationship, and if or when he did, would he want to be with Phil? Or was Phil just some weird cash machine in Dan's eyes – except that you had to sleep with the cash machine before you could get any money from it. He sighed and distracted himself with his food, letting Dan tell his story.