As soon as they got home, Dan ran into his room. He hated himself and how badly he'd fucked up. The same question repeated in his mind; why did he kiss him? Why couldn't he just have waited? He sobbed into his pillow, trying his best not to feel sorry for himself. He couldn't imagine how Phil was feeling. He wasn't the one who fucked up, he wasn't the one who swore on live radio. Dan pulled himself out of the pillow, wiping his tears away. He knew what he had to do.

'Dan, are you okay?' Phil asked, noticing how red Dan's eyes were. Dan nodded, and sat on the sofa. He clicked on the TV, and noticed Phil looking at him.

'Are we not going to talk about what happened?' Phil asked, and Dan deliberately ignored his question. In his mind, he believed if he ignores the situation, acted like it never happened, everything would work out. He thought it would be best for Phil, also. A relationship between them would be the biggest mess, and Dan was scared of hurting Phil.

'You can't ignore the situation.' Phil said, and Dan could hear the sadness in his voice. All he really wanted to do was hold him, even for a moment. But he knew that was selfish, that he had to think of what was best for Phil. And what was best for Phil right now was to not be corrupted by Dan's thoughts. At least, that's what Dan thought. Phil moved closer to Dan, so he was now standing directly in front of him. Dan looked up, and noticed Phil's tear-stricken face. Shit. He'd made him cry. That was the opposite of what he was trying to achieve. Phil grabbed the remote out of Dan's hand, and turned off the TV.

'FUCKING TALK TO ME!' He screamed, choking back tears. For a moment, Dan was stunned into silence. He'd never seen this side of Phil, he'd never really seen him angry. Dan looked up at Phil again. No, he wasn't angry. He was hurt. Dan had hurt Phil. The one thing he'd tried to avoid, the one thing he had never wanted to do. And for once, Dan didn't know what to say. So him and Phil stood there for a moment looking at each other, until Dan broke the stare and looked away.

'I fucked up.' Dan laughed, stating the obvious. He had to laugh, for if he didn't laugh, he felt he would cry. And he was so sick of crying, it made him feel helpless. Phil sat down next to Dan, letting him know he wasn't angry anymore.

'It's okay.' Phil reassured Dan, and Dan wondered what he'd done to deserve somebody in his life like Phil. Somebody who hardly ever got angry, somebody who was there for him no matter what. Someone who always picked up the pieces when he screwed up.

'What did I do to deserve you?' Dan asked, more of a question to himself. Phil just smiled, and leaned in closer to Dan. Shit, he's going to kiss me, isn't he? This is not what I wanted. No, no, no. But no matter what Dan thought, when Phil's lips were on his he couldn't stop himself and the passion overtook and he kissed him back. For a while, he was just lost inside Phil's kiss. But then he realised what he was doing, and pulled away.

'No. No. No.' He whispered, turning away. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. They were just supposed to forget, forget that that first kiss ever happened and just ignore the situation.

'You know, I tried. The rest is up to you.' Phil sighed as he walked out of the room, and Dan already missed his presence. He couldn't blame him, if the positions had been switched, Dan didn't know what he would do. Had he really in trying to think of what was best for Phil, completely switched it and only thought of himself? Oh god, only you could do that, Dan, he thought. He clicked on his phone and went onto twitter for a second. No doubt they'd created a massive shitstorm.

The same question repeated in his mentions: So are you and Phil dating? He wondered for a second if he should tweet, but decided against it. He really couldn't be bothered with drama. His eyelids started to drop, and he put his phone onto the table as he fell asleep.

'Dan?' Phil whispered, the door creaking as he opened it. He saw Dan snuggled into the sofa and had to stop himself from laughing. He did look rather strange, but also incredibly cute. Phil grabbed a blanket and draped it over Dan, tucking him in slightly.

Phil sighed to himself. He had never wanted his feelings for Dan to affect their friendship, but it seemed it had. Then a thought came into Phil's head; maybe they needed time apart. Then they could both figure out their feelings, and have a mature conversation about it. That was what happened in movies, right? But to live up to the movie thing, Phil would have to sneak out, he realised. He thought for a moment if he should wait until Dan wakes up, to explain to him. But Dan seemed pretty messed up at the moment, and his head seemed to be in ten different places. Phil was going through the same thing, he'd just always been better at hiding it.

He called up a friend and asked if he could stay there for a while. He said not to ask why, that he just needed to. They agreed and he started to pack his things into a bag. He didn't need much, just clothes, his phone and a few other little things. He looked at Dan sleeping peacefully for a moment, and kissed his cheek ever so softly. Dan stirred slightly, so Phil stepped away and carefully opened the door. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pen, and scribbled out a note.

I think we need some time apart, for both of us to clear our heads and figure out what we want. -Phil

He left it on the kitchen counter, and grabbed his bag and walked out.

A/N: okay, I'm not sure if this chapter was that good. I didn't want to rush into their relationship because so many fanfics do that and it completely ruins them. So, read and review, thanks! I don't know what happened with the last time I uploaded this, I accidentally must have copied it twice, fail.