Phil POV

It was a day after we had come back from Glastonbury. I came home from the shops to hear Dan belting out 'Toxic'.

"Baby, can't you see? I'm calling…" I followed his voice into the kitchen. Dan would never admit it but he had a pretty good voice. I had to cover my mouth to stop the laughter from coming out so I could watch for a while longer. That wasn't creepy was it?

Dan was sliding along the kitchen floor, doing 'sexy' dancing as he washed up. He sang the last line and then bowed to his 'audience' (the fruit bowel). I clapped and he turned quickly dropping the plate in the sink.

"Wow, Phil you just made me s*** myself. Jeez!" He put his hand on his chest, trying to catch his breath. "Wait. How much did you see?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I saw you trying to dance sexily." I smiled.

"Dam Phil There's something wrong with that sentence."

"What?" I asked.

"The word 'trying'," He smiled, "I'd like to see you do better." He clicked his fingers pretending to be sassy.

"Dan I couldn't do that to you, you'd have a heart attack if you saw my sexy dance moves." I raised an eyebrow, moving me head.

"Oh really?" He said, splashing me with water. I grabbed my nearest weapon: a tea towel, Dan grabbed another. He pointed two fingers at his eyes then to mine, slowly moving in a circle as if we were in a boxing ring. "KWACHAA." He screamed as he came towards me whacking me with the towel. This went on as we almost danced around the worktop. After about 5 minutes we were worn out.

We stopped to catch our breath; I had my hands on my knees panting, with a stupid grin on my face that Dan mirrored.

Then all of a sudden he kissed me. I froze up. What? Dan was kissing me. With my shock I pushed him away.

I immediately felt bad, as if I'd stood on a puppy. He blushed and looked down. He stood there in front of me for a moment. I didn't know what to say. He turned and walked away, I heard him walk down the hall. "I'm going out." He grumbled. Then the door slammed.

I tried to ring him but he'd turned his phone off, I left him several voicemails and texts asking him to come home so we could talk. I didn't get any replies.

It was fairly dark when he left but it was almost pitch black now. I was worried sick. It was half twelve and I'd heard nothing back. I started to call round. No one seemed to know where he was.

At 1 am PJ rang me. "Chris just text me to tell you that Dan is at his and he is safe." He said in a sleepy voice obviously having been awaken by Chris's text.

"Thanks Peej I was worried about him." I sighed with relief.

"Yeah, well go sleep now." I heard the smile in his voice. "What happened anyway?"

"We just… had a bit of a disagreement. It will probably be sorted by tomorrow." I lied.

"Hmm, it's just that you guys have lived together for what? 3 years? Neither of you have left over a 'disagreement' before why now? Why the sudden arguing?" He questioned.

"Doesn't matter Peej."

"You know I'll always be there for you Phil: even if…"

I cut him off, "Yeah but we're not are we! So back off."

"Wow Phil! I was only trying to be nice." He sounded taken aback.

"Yeah sorry, I'm just tired and stressed, sorry Peej. I better go to bed, thanks again bye." I didn't wait for response.

I listened to Dan's voicemail for a final time before going to bed.