"Coffee?"

I open my eyes to look up to Phil. His hair is wet and his eyes are as bright as they were last night. He smiles and hands me a cup of warm comforting liquid.

"Thanks." I touch my head; I suddenly remember the amount of alcohol I consumed last night. I feel so hot and heavy. I want to sleep all day.

Phil sits down next to me on the unmade bed. "Hangover?" He groans "I have such a bad headache, do you have any aspirin?"

I open my eyes and roughly gesture to a cupboard in my bathroom. "Top shelf." My arm flops down back under the covers; they are so warm and comforting.

I feel my mouth, it feels rough and crusty. My mind flicks back to the sex last night. It's enough to make me smile. I hope that Phil enjoyed it as much as me. I have never felt a connection like that before.

He takes the tablets with ease and then walks back over to the bed, swiftly he takes the duvet away from me, and he forces me out of bed.

With as much enthusiasm as I can gather, I quickly shower, with a towel by my side this time and straighten my hair, I throw on my patchwork shirt, my denim cut-offs and converses.

I look over at Phil, he is leant against the door.

He laughs "You ready to go now?"

I quickly grab my phone "Yep, let's go clean some glasses."

We step outside into the morning sunshine, I reach out and put on my sunglasses.

"Why you so indie Daniel."

"Why you so hipster Phillip." I grab his hand and squeeze it tightly, I suddenly hear muse, I turn my head and look around.

"Oh shit." Phil reaches for his pocket and produces his phone.

"Go for Phil." I shout as he answers it.

"Shut up." He slaps my wrist.

He walks away to a nearby bench looking out over the river. I point at Starbucks and he nods.

It takes me no time to gather two lattes, and a chocolate coin for me, as I am childish. I walk over to Phil as he is just finishing his conversation.

"Ok, that sounds great, meet you later, bye." He hangs up and looks up at me; he gives me a warm smile and accepts the latte. "Thanks."

"So who was that?" I ask him as we make our way to the underground.

"Just someone about my photography."

"Shit Phil, that's great." I stop him and give him a smile. "What is it about?"

"They just want to see some stuff later, it's probably nothing."

"Fucks sake Phil, you could really do something with this."

"I don't know." He shakes his head "It's just that, nothing like this has happened to me before. I mean I have you, I have a big break for my photography, and it's all too much."

"If it's meant to happen it will, so what if they don't like it there are plenty of people who love your work. But to be honest if they don't like it they are fucking blind." I smile and look at his eyes.

He pulls in for a kiss and I don't object, I want to be there for him, and if this is the way to help him feel better, a kiss will never hurt.

He pulls away and reaches for my hand; we sip our lattes and listen to Muse on my headphones for the rest of the way to work.

Before we step into the bar, Phil kisses me again.

"Thanks for telling me Dan." He smiles, "I wish I could be more like you, I need to go to the gallery now so see you later."

This makes me laugh, why in the world does he want that. I don't feel like getting him down so I just smile and walk inside.

"Good Luck."

I watch him walk away, and I really hope something does work for him. He deserves so much more.

I spend the day doing chores for Jude, cleaning glasses, measuring out and sampling some alcohol, I left the vodka for Phil. Filling out a mountain of paperwork. Leaving the mountain of paperwork.

I break for lunch but instead of eating I walk up to the piano and begin to play. I let the music drown out all my thoughts.

Today my hands decide to play happier music, I play Regina Spector. I play Us. I think about Phil and how my life has changed since I met him. If he moved out of my life now I don't know what I would do. I care for him so much, I think of him like my brother, but I also think about ripping off his clothes and sucking his perfectly formed cock.

I finish the piece, this time I am not in tears but a smile is written all over my face. I hear applause.

I look up and see Jude smiling.

I blush.

"Dan, that was amazing." He smiles, "No demo music there."

I give a laugh "Thanks."

"Want to play tonight?" He walks towards the stage "I could increase your salary."

I can feel my eyes double in size. "Fuck." I clamp my mouth "I mean, I would play for nothing, oh my God thank you so much."

"No problem man, you earned it." He slaps me on the shoulder. "I would offer you tequila, but I realise you have already taken it." He laughs and winks at me "Just get a couple of songs ready for tonight."

"Yes sir." I raise my hands and salute him. Shit that was embarrassing. I pull them quickly behind my back. He walks away but I can hear him laughing.

"You are a strange one Daniel Howell." He walks into the store room.

I immediately get out my phone and punch in Phil's number. I am so happy, today we have both gotten a break, this is what I needed.

I bring the phone to my ear and wait for his northern voice to pick up.

"Go for Dan!" I laugh.

"Hey." He says quietly.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes completely great."

"Well you never guessed what Jude just said to me!"

"Dan.." he cuts me off.

"Yes?"

"Dan they loved my work."

"Well that's great isn't it?"

"Yes but." He quietens off.

"But what?" A silence descends the conversation.

"They offered me a job in Australia."

I can feel my heart beating faster. "What did you say?"

"I said, yes."