Dan awoke to Phil in his bed. He was pleased for a second, until he remembered yesterday's events. Damn. He slowly got up, cautious not to wake stripped off his sweaty clothes and tried the door. Locked. He turned around to see Phil sat up in bed staring at him, arms crossed. Phil raised his eyebrows and gestured at Dan's crotch. Dan looked down and blushed bright red. He conveniently remembered that yesterday he had put on his smallest boxers, if you could call them that. Dan preferred the term thong. Despite fan's speculation, Phil had never seen Dan naked, and neither of them were exactly straight. Dan carefully arranged his hands over his crotch, and Phil brought his knees up to his chest, looking slightly embarrassed. Dan went even redder. Phil mumbled something about getting changed and left the room.
Phil was panting. He couldn't believe what happened yesterday. It was such a whirlwind of emotions. He pushed down the urge to rush back to Dan's room and hold him like Dan had held him last night. He threw on a flannel button up and waited for a few minutes before wrestling himself into a pair of black skinny realised that he had left his phone in Dan's room. He walked back down the corridor and stepped through the door that he had left unlocked. Dan was lying on his bed and he hadn't started changing. Phil had to make sure that his shirt was covering his crotch before Dan noticed him. " Dan, have you seen-" Dan a looked up and hastily attempted to conceal something under the covers. Phil snatched at it. It was his phone.
"D-Dan! What are you doing with my phone!"
Dan was hiding under the covers. Phil giggled and snatched them off. It seemed Dan had started changing, he was wearing a slightly more decent pair of boxers.
"Why were you on my phone?"
"I was... I was calling Lola,"
Phil shook his head," Use your own phone!"
"She blocked me,"
Phil was obviously confused so Dan continued,
"I told her I liked a dude and broke up with her. She's really mad,"
"Oh," Phil couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He could deal with Lola, but Dan being interested in another guy who wasn't Phil. He sighed and held Dan's hand.
"You're not going to ask who it is?" Dan seemed hopeful, so Phil played along.
"Ok, who is it?"
Dan grinned, " You have to guess,"
Phil sighed,"Pj? Chris?"
Dan looked disgusted, " No!"
Phil was starting to get annoyed,"if you want me to know then tell me!"
"You have to guess!"
"I'm sorry Dan but I don't have time for this,"
Phil got up and shrugged Dan's hand off of his sleeve. He sat on his bed screamed into his pillow until he fell asleep again. He didn't even notice Dan coming in to tuck him into bed.
Dan was worried. Phil had never been this short tempered. Was it his fault? Dan nearly slapped himself, of course it was his fault. It was because of yesterday, Phil must have been so angry, he would have been pretending to be okay. Dan crawled back under the duvet. It was only ten in the morning and he had already ruined the day. He lay there, waiting for Phil to come in to check on him. But he didn't.
Phil didn't know why he was angry, Dan had done nothing wrong. He woke up from his nap full of angry dreams in a worse mood than when he had fallen asleep. He didn't even feel like cutting. He marched out the door without a word and went straight to the corner shop. Phil returned with two bottles of whisky. He put one away and downed half of the other before putting it away too. Grabbing a knife, he stormed into Dan's room and ripped off his blanket, waking him up.
"Get up b*tch."
Dan was half asleep, and looked up at Phil with a dazed expression.
"I said get up!"
Dan was shocked for a moment, but quickly came to his senses,
"What happened Phil?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
Phil grabbed him by his shirt, and for the first time he saw Dan frightened. Phil wanted to hurt Dan,he wanted to make him feel even half the pain that he felt,) but he couldn't. He raised his fist and let it fall. He put Dan down and let his tears wash away his anger. Dan crawled away from Phil and sat on the other side of the room watching Phil break down, eventually crawling back over and putting Phil on his lap.
" I don't want to be like this Dan, I don't want to hurt you." Phil whispered it into Dan's chest, holding onto his bare arms like he would never let go, "Promise me that you'll fix me Dan"
Dan pushed the hair out of Phil's eyes and whispered into his ear.
"Only if you can fix me,"
