Daniella's p.o.v.

If there is one thing that I really don't like, it is waking up next to a guy naked. Another thing I don't is if he wakes up naked. And things actually get screwed up when we are both naked.

"O god, o god, o god, what are we going to do right now?" I mumble, a lot more to myself than to the guy next to me. I don't know what to do I don't know I don't know I don-

"What do you mean, we?For the record, I a-ow."

I look at him, making sure that he understands what exactly is going on right here. I sigh, thinking about a solution for the we-are-both-naked-right-now-problem. This may take a while...

"Wait, can you, uhm, look at the opposite direction? Thank you very much."

I make sure he isn't looking at me when I crawl out of bed and without meaning to, I fall on to the cold, hard floor (sometimes, I am that dumb). I can hear him trying to not burst out in laughter, and quickly pick up a something that looks big and wearable. It turns out to be a big guys shirt that I don't recognize but still seems pretty cozy and I decided to simply put that on with my hipsters that I take out of my closet. While making my way out of the room I make sure to not look at him.

"Your turn."

"Wait, why are you wearing my galaxy jumper?"

"It's yours? Well, it was the first thing I saw and I just put it on. I will give it back to you once we sorted things out and I am not in eager to find something to put on while a naked man maybe watching me."

Phillipa's p.o.v.

How could this be any more awkward? The strange, black haired guy is sitting in front of me, doing nothing -just as I do- and sometimes looking awkwardly at me. Who is he? Why are his friend and he in our appartement?

"So, eh, what's your, eh, name?"

It's an easy question to break the ice with, and it also helps to get to know this stranger. It almost seems as this question was meant for this situation.

"My name is Phil."

It stays quiet after he answers me. Weird thoughts begin to form in my head, which are all questions beginning mostly with the words 'how' and 'why'. Out of every question, one takes over most space. Even though I am afraid to ask it and it will probably leave him feeling weirder than ever before (like that's possible). But even with every negative thing forming in my head all because of that one thing, I decide to just ask it.

"Like in, Phil Lester?"

He doesn't have time to reply to it since Daniella strumbles into the room wearing nothing else than her underwear and some jumpers that I don't recognise.

"Wait, why are you wearing Dan's jumper?"

"It was the closest thing in the room on that moment, 'kay?"

I just look at Phil trying to tell him (with no words, how is that going to happen? No idea, honestly) that it is for the best to just say nothing at all. He understands the hint and stays quiet, just to look at the doorway. I think he is waiting for his friend. I don't know.

"It is Phil Lester, actually. How did you know?"

He keeps looking at the doorway but I know I haven't imagined it.

This day had started so weird. But with every passing minute, the weirdness almost doubled its seize.

So yeah, finally another chapter! I am really inspirational right now and I will write another chapter on my other story! Yay! If you see any mistakes or if you have any tips for me, please leave them in a review. I would also really love to see what you think of this :)