'Hey, I know Phil said you're not ready to talk yet but I thought we could meet up for coffee sometime this week. This shouldn't stop us from being friends, we've known each other for years.'

Dan read the text and immediately closed it and put his phone in his pocket. He couldn't deal with any new information right now. He was already struggling to accept his new lifestyle, he couldn't think about getting to know his friends all over again.

The darkness was starting to press in on him, and he pulled his knees up to his chest to keep warm. The street was empty but he was still feeling paranoid that someone would recognise him. When Phil's car finally crawled down the road, Dan jumped up from the bench and waved with the arm that wasn't in a cast. He smiled widely as he got in, relieved that Phil had finally picked him up, but one look at Phil's face and his smile slipped.

He mumbled a quick 'thank you' as he pulled his seatbelt on, and they set off down the road. Dan glanced over at Phil and saw that his hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white. For the whole journey home, they sat in a tense silence which made Dan's skin crawl with guilt. When they eventually arrived home, neither made any attempt at getting out. Phil turned the engine off and stared right ahead, his eyes becoming unfocused as he lost himself to his thoughts.

Dan couldn't take it any longer.

'Look Phil, I'm sorry.'

Phil raised a hand to silence him. He turned to Dan and spoke through gritted teeth.

'Don't. Ever. Do. That. To. Me. Again.'

Dan bit his lip and looked down. He hadn't even thought about Phil when he'd just run off like that. He couldn't believe how selfish he had been.

'You have no idea how worried I was. I thought you were asleep, and then I see people on the internet talking about you being out in town on your own. I can't believe how stupid you were.'

Dan felt tears prick at his eyes and he cleared his throat. He already knew he was stupid; he had been told enough times before.

'I'm really sorry Phil. I don't know what I was thinking. I just- I just needed some space. It was too much.' And then the floodgates opened. Phil spun his head around and stared at Dan in shock as he began to sob loudly. 'I can't do it Phil. I can't make videos. I can't be what they want. I'm not that person anymore. I'm nobody.'

Phil immediately undid his seat belt and reached over to Dan, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

'No, please don't cry Dan. It's going to be ok. You don't have to do any of that yet. We'll work out what to do, and I promise, it will be fine.' Phil cooed, his anger and annoyance instantly forgotten as he held Dan. 'Come on, let's go inside.'

Dan lay in his old bed for the first time. The lights were off, the curtains drawn, and he was comfortable. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. His brain just wouldn't shut up, and he couldn't stop replaying that night in his head. He rolled over and checked the time on his phone. 3.08am. Great.

With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and stood in the middle of his room. He had been filled with the sudden urge to go into Phil's room, but now he wasn't sure. He might be annoyed that Dan was waking him up. He sat back down on his bed and dropped his head into his hands. Why was nothing ever simple anymore?

Outside, the road was busy, and Dan's room was closest to the noisy traffic. As yet another siren blared past the house, Dan decided that he'd had enough. He was going to share Phil's bed.

He opened the door carefully so as not to make too much noise. It was only a few steps to Phil's room, and the door was wide open. Obviously he didn't trust him not to run off again in the middle of the night. Dan stepped forwards and fumbled around in the dark until his knee hit the side of the bed. He quietly slipped under the covers.

'Mmm? Whassup?' Phil murmured, still half asleep. He turned over lazily to face Dan and reached his arms out, although his eyes remained closed.

Dan shuffled closer and allowed Phil to wrap his arms around him. It felt so right, so natural to be in Phil's embrace, and already Dan could feel his body relaxing.

'Couldn't sleep.' He whispered back in the dark.

Phil nodded and rubbed his back before immediately falling back asleep. Dan smiled to himself and snuggled up to Phil, letting waves of sleep roll over him until he was submerged.

The morning light struggled to seep through the dark curtains in Phil's room, so when Dan finally woke up, it was mid-morning. He was still cuddled up to Phil, and at some point during the night their limbs had ended up tangled together in a comfortable mess. He was warm and cosy so instead of getting up, he lay still and enjoyed the relaxing, steady pace at which Phil's chest rose and fell. This room was on the other side of the house and much quieter, so Dan could only faintly hear an ambulance in the distance.

When Phil began to stir, Dan rolled away and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

'Good morning.' Phil grinned, his eyes bleary with sleepiness. He wasn't wearing his glasses, so his eyes were squinting slightly to see Dan's face.

'Morning.' Dan nodded, glancing back at him with a smile. 'Thanks for letting me sleep here last night.'

'Oh it's fine. You usually sleep in here when you're not up until god-knows-when editing.' Phil responded. He sat up and put his glasses on, before lying back down. 'That's better. So, what did you want to do today?'

Dan blinked at him. Partly because he hadn't seen Phil in those glasses before (Damn he looked cute) and partly because he had no idea. What was he supposed to say? What did they normally do?

Phil seemed to realise that he wasn't going to get an answer any time soon.

'Because I'm in the mood for a lazy day, what about you? We can just stay in, watch some movies and eat a crapload of food...' He suggested. Dan nodded.

'That sounds like heaven.' He grinned.