AN: Sorry about the long-time no update, art stuff y'know. Writing always takes a while but even when I have unfinished homework I'll still be on .com *gasp*. If any of this is spelt wrong or doesn't make sense I apologize, I'm writing this at mid-night while listening to songs from Frozen (who knew a song about snow men could be so sad). Anyways on with the rest of this.
Dan's POV
My eyes flutter open only to slam shut again. The room was blurry and too bright. The London noise was too loud. The, what I assume was a fly but looked more like a black spot, was flying too fast in an annoying way so that it was everywhere at once and it's wings beat too loud. I groan and roll over. The bed sheets ruffled at high volume. The sun was shining too bright, it was an annoyingly nice day.
I rolled over to bury my face in my pillows. Only to roll over to far and fall out of the bed. With THE LOUDEST thump. I put my fingers to my temples, it seems I have an awful hangover.
Not the worst I've had, but still pretty bad.
"Ow." I whisper to myself. I push myself upwards to get some bearings. I'm in my own room, wearing the clothes from last night. Good sign. I try to remember last night.
I know I went to a party with the fantastic foursome. I don't remember Chris being there though. I think I was with Peej most of the night. I remember parting with Phil at the start, I remember he looked pretty hyper in some kind of kitchen… but… the rest of the night is kind of blank. I think some woman was angry at me, I remember her yelling.
I shrug my shoulders. I woke up in a good state so I don't really need to remember, I'm not going to bother. I try to claw myself up to the bed but my duvet just falls on top of me. Helpful.
It takes a few more minutes but I emerge from my room, squinting and holding my forehead. The pain. I hold onto the door frame because I can feel that I will slip if I let go of it. Given that, I've no idea where I go from here.
"Dan?" I look up to see a Phil shaped blur, he appears to be holding his head too.
"Hi" I reply.
"Want some lemonade, I bought some ahead of last night." Everyone has their own little hangover cure that makes them feel slightly better. For Phil it's lemonade and a toffee.
"Please." I reply after I realised I just spent quite a while staring at him looking confused.
He starts to walk off and then turns to look at me when he notices I haven't moved.
"That bad huh?" He asks. I nod and whisper.
"Shhhhh." He tilts his head to the side in that adorkable way.
"Do you want some help?" He walks closer to me, to stand at my side. He puts his arm around my waist, I stopped squinting and went wide eye-d as he pulls my arm around his shoulder. My inner fan boy from five years ago screams in my head blocking out all my other thoughts. I put some of my weight on him as we hobble down some stairs towards the kitchen.
We get there and I lean on the counter.
"Thank You" I mutter.
"T's fine." He replies as quiet as me. He walks over to the fridge and I reach up for cups in the cupboard.
"Shhhh" we say, synchronised as the fridge door opening is too loud. I snigger and put the glasses on the counter. "Shhhhh" we say again as the glasses chime when they hit the surface. He laughs this time and comes over with the lemonade bottle, he begins to pour it into the glasses.
"Shall I get the toffee, Phil?" He puts the cap back on the bottle and picks up his own glass.
"Nah, I don't have any." He replies and begins to sip his drink.
"Thought you'd forget." I smiled at his typically bad memory. "I bought some for you." I continued. I reached behind the microwave and pulled out a bag of toffees.
"Awe. Thanks, Dan, that's so kind." He took the bag and opened it.
He continued. "Hey, I'm sorry about last night. We didn't mean to gang up on you or anything. We just, just… didn't understand why you were acting that way. Well, we could guess but, they've both wanted it for so long… sorry. Don't feel jealous…I'm sure they'll be other guys." He smiled at me with sympathy.
"What? Wh- What?" I stuttered. What's he referring to. Guys? Oh God what did I say or worse, do last night.
"I mean, about PJ." He said, putting a toffee in his mouth. I think for a moment about what he could mean.
Then it hits me. "SHIT!" We squinted, I seem more hurt than him by the volume of my cursing. "No, no, no, no. Oh my." My eyes dart around the room looking. I put my hand in my pockets and pull out my phone. I stare into my reflection and furrow my brow.
"What is it?" He asks me.
"I-I- I don't understand. I remember, me and PJ were in an office. Normally he goes for the ne- SHIT!" Again we both squinted.
"What is it now?" He groaned
"You saw, you and Chris saw. I can't believe it," I put my phone down then I flinch. "Oh, we didn't. Oh thank God" I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought me and PJ went further for a moment. I'm actually slightly glad that Phil and Chris walked in now, otherwise our friendship would be ruined.
"Hang on a minute," I thought. "Why would you be sorry?" this isn't exactly a topic I like, but I have a lot of questions about last night. Seen as I can remember hardly any of it.
"Well, PJ being with Chris now and all. I'm sorry you aren't together anymore."
"Wait a minute, PJ's with Chris. As in couple, as in gay couple." That I was not expecting. Phil nods at me, confused as to why I wasn't already aware.
"When did that happen?" I say in tone of surprise.
"Last Night." Phil takes another sip of his lemonade. "Do you not remember?" He continued.
"I don't remember much to be honest." I take a toffee out the bag.
"Oh, I suppose. There were a lot of empty bottles in that room if I'm honest." My head was still throbbing pretty badly.
"So, what do you remember?" He asked.
"Umm… going inside of the apartment, parting with you, drinking with PJ… we went out of the office at one point, umm…" My head ache was awful but I tried to remember what happened. When it came to me. Me and Peej, saw Chris and Phil, kissing.
"What?" I realised I was staring at Phil with horror in my eyes.
"Y-y-y-" I stuttered. I raised my arm slowly to point at him as if I'd seen a ghost
"You haven't been speechless in a long time are you okay?" He looks worried.
A few more seconds passed before I could finally make the words.
"You went out with Chris, you date guys, you're bi at least, you broke up with Chris and were suddenly happy for him to date someone else and not one member of the entire fantastic foursome is straight. What is with the drama llamas?" It all came out at once.
"W-what are you talking about? Are you okay, Dan?" He replied.
"I'm fine, I- I guess I'm just surprised you never said anything about your sexuality or Chris." I looked down at the floor, he doesn't need to tell me personal things like that. He didn't tell me in the first place for a reason and I should stop prying into his personal life.
"What does my sexuality have to do with anything? Can you explain what you're referring to? Please." He looked at me with wide eyes and a hint of worry. I think he knows what I'm talking about but for some reason is hoping he won't have to admit it.
"Me and PJ saw you and Chris…" he shrugged his shoulders. "…kissing."
He froze on the spot with a look of horror on his face. As if I had found out his deepest, darkest secret.
"You remember." He said, still not moving an inch. We both looked a bit terrified now.
"How could your relationship suddenly end and then you were so happy to see him with Peej? That makes no sense, at all." I asked.
"We were never together, Chris and I. We were just… drawing attention away. That meant nothing." He had put down his glass and was appealing to me with his puppy dog eyes.
"Didn't look like nothing."
"It was acting, we were drunk."
"Not that drunk as you seem pretty fine now and have a great recollection of last night." He did an exhausted sigh.
"What does it matter anyway?" He spoke in a calm emotionless tone. "Chris is with PJ, they have each other like they've wanted for so long. Meanwhile, I'm alone still after six years."
He picked up the bag of toffee and put his now empty glass in the sink. He walked out of the room and shut the door slowly and silently. I was overwhelmed with guilt, but I was feeling too ill to function right now so I drank my own lemonade.
This is the largest amount of drama I've experienced in a long time.
Sorry it's been so long but I'm still not finished with the art stuff
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