Hey hey people of the interwebs,

This the second part of my series, ANYWAY sorry its a bit too short, but I was pretty busy. Please review. Reviews= Improvement. Also criticism is fine, I am happy to recive anyway that would make you guys happier with this!

Love,

EnglishLilac xx

Dan's POV

I woke up the Phil's usually morning noises, I heard the shower being turned on. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to imagine what it would be like to kiss Phil in the morning, opening my eyes to see him peacefully sleeping, kissing him awake.
I shook myself out of the moment, trying to forget about it. Phil was clearly straight and I would never like to ruin what we had by freaking him out telling him that I was gay.
Slowly I got out of bed checking my alarm clock, 9:00am. Phil is going to a lecture at 9:30 so he is probably about to leave.
I slowly walked out of my room pulling on a hoddie that Phil got me. I had taken a year off uni after having a massive meltdown, so when Phil had lectures I would spend my day playing video games, watching youtube, and of course waiting to see Phil again. I remember when I first met him, before then I didn't believe in love at first sight but he was the most wonderful person I had ever met, and on that day when I bumped into him in school I knew that there was no other way. I have been going in and out of relationships since then, I always end it after a few weeks since no one can make me happy enough. Snapping out of memories I walk out of my room, just catching a glimpse of Phil as he rushes into his room wearing nothing but a towel. I smile for a moment seeing his muscly back. "Phil you want some tea?" I call. "Sure tea sounds good, can you toast some bread for me? Oh, Sarah is coming over after my lecture, she is my new girlfriend, so yeah you better be ready to listen to some loud music or clear out." He jokes as he walking into the room. I smile in return, as I feel my throat tighten. I turn away pouring some tea in the mugs. "I wanna go and meet some mates at the pub this afternoon anyway, so I sure won't be here." I lie, I will probs just go and get drunk on my own. I did this every time Phil baught a new girl home.

He stuffs the toast in his mouth and rushes out the door. And I slumped down on the couch and began to cry.