Whenever Hazel returned back to the apartment, Dan and Phil were still yelling at teenagers on their tv.

"What the hell are going on here" She questioned, walking into the lounge.

Phil gestured for her to come over to him.

Dan, however, just kept yelling at the television, "No, Lucas, she's not trying to get you all killed. She just wants to help!" He ignored the confused look he was getting. He huffed, leaning back onto the couch.

"It's just a show," Hazel muttered, earning a glare from Dan. He did manage to bite his tongue, keeping quiet.

The room turned silent, and Dan bit his lip. Whenever it had been just him and Phil living there, it had never became awkward, or quiet. Now it was both of those things. It was his fault, Dan knew that, but still he couldn't help but blame Hazel. He watched the two of them out of the corner of his eye. It's almost like they had forgot that he was there. He rolled his eyes, getting back on Twitter. His frown quickly turned into a smirk as he read through all the things people had been tweeting him. Most of them involved how Hazel better watch out.

Phil seemed to notice how Dan had lit up, and took a minute to just looked at him. He was gorgeous- no, he wasn't. He was his best friend. That's all.

Dan looked over at Phil, just as he looked away. He could have sworn that he was being stared out- it was probably just him getting his hopes up. He sighed quietly, going back to looking at his phone. At least his fans loved him again, that was better than nobody. He got up from the room, tired of the tension building in the room. He went to his bedroom, flopping onto the bed. He hadn't realized how tired he was until his body had hit the mattress. Within a matter of minutes, Dan was asleep.

Phil had gone searching for Dan whenever they had decided to order something for dinner. It hadn't taken him long to find Dan passed out. He smiled contently, going over and placing a blanket on the poor boy. He ran a hand through the other's hair. He could feel himself leaning down to kiss Dan's hair, but stopped himself. What was happening to him? He stared at the boy for a few more seconds before he left the room. He ran a hand through his own fringe, pacing back and forth down the narrow hall.

"What's wrong?" He suddenly heard a voice from behind him saw. He turned, and came face to face with Hazel.

He shook his head, "Nothing, I'm fine," He said, putting a smile on, "I'm just great, actually. Oh, um, Dan's asleep, so you can order whatever you want for dinner."

Hazel left without another question, leaving Phil alone again. He began to pace again, biting his lip. He wrang his hands until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. He froze, turning around. His heart dropped when his blue eyes met a pair of brown ones. "Dan..." He trailed off for a minute, "What are you do-" He was cut off by a pair of lips on his own. His heart fluttered, but he knew what he had to do, "Dan, no," He whispered.

Dan obviously wasn't taking any of that. He just groaned, leaning down to kiss Phil again. Once his lips were on the other boy's, everything was at ease. It was almost like the world had stopped spinning.

"Dan," Phil tried again, once again getting cut off, "Dan, listen to me, please. I can't, not right no-"

Dan groaned, and Phil swore he could see tears in them, "Then when, Phil? I've been waiting for seven damn years, and I've gotten nowhere. I'm tired of being in the same spot with you, almost there, but not quite. When does it change? When do I win for once?"

Phil put his hand on Dan's cheek, caressing it softly, "I don't know, Dan, I don't know if it ever will," He whispered, "But one day, maybe. Anything can happen, you know that. Please, I'm sorry, but please don't."

"Goddammit," Dan almost yelled, and he finally let the tears fall slowly down his face, "Seven years, Phil, seven! I've waited, why not now? Why do I always have to wait. I've done everything to forget about it. I got engaged for heaven's sake, Phil. Why not now?"

Phil tried calming Dan, but he knew it was no point, "Dan, you know why."

Dan just walked out of the room, into his bedroom. He had been in the apartment for a total of twenty hours, and he was already sobbing over Phil again.

"Dan," Phil knocked on the other's door softly, "Dan, please talk to me," He whispered.

Dan just stayed in the bed, ignoring Phil. Something he had became particularly good at. He tried, but failed, not to sob into his pillow.

Phil slid down Dan's wall, listening to the other boy's sobs, "Dan," He whispered again, "Please let me in, please. I can help, please, Daniel." Phil continued to plea to Dan until he heard Hazel opening the front door. He got up from the floor, trying to make sure he didn't look like the distressed mess he was, "Hey," He said, his voice deep.

"Hi," Hazel responded, perky as usual, "Dan still asleep?"

Phil nodded, his gaze momentarily looking at the ground, "Yeah, I don't know if he'll be awake anytime soon, had a long night last night."

Hazel bought the lie, not thinking twice about the words that Phil spoke. They ate in pretty well silence, guilt building in Phil's stomach. He had to force the food into his mouth, feeling almost as if he were going to throw it all back up.

"You sure everything's okay?" Hazel asked him for what seemed like the hundredth time, "You seem kind of distant."

Phil bit the inside of his lip, "I'm great, just kind of worried about Dan," He muttered. That was the closest thing to the truth he had told her since she'd got back.

"I see," She responded, "Dan seems tough, I'm sure he'll be fine over time."

Phil agreed with his girlfriend, but deep inside he knew that that wasn't true. He knew that Dan was suffering, making himself suffer it seemed like. Phil had known Dan long enough to know that he didn't mean to, but he often did thing's like that. Worried himself sick, made himself suffer, and it broke Phil.

When Hazel went to shower, Phil went to Dan's bedroom. Apparently, the door had been unlocked the entire time. He walked over to the once again asleep Dan, and placed a blanket on top of him. He reached down, petting his curls. He crouched down beside him, noticing how he still looked like an angel whenever he was asleep. He placed a soft kiss on Dan's forehead before retreating. "One day," He whispered, leaving the room.