Chapter 3: Phil's POV

After that morning's very awkward confrontation Phil decided it would be nest to avoid Dan for the rest of the day. He sat in his room and busied himself with editing. By the time he finally stopped it was well after midnight. Phil sighed and got out of his chair. He didn't want to lay down to another sleepless night, but he had nothing left to do. Phil got into his pyjamas and got under his covers, peering into the darkness. He was so tired, but with sleep came dreams of Dan. He didn't know which was worse, the lack of sleep or those dreams. He couldn't stand waking up to an empty bed and empty hopes.

All Phil wanted was to hold Dan and look into his deep brown eyes. He could almost feel the other boy's lips on his own. He needed to feel Dan's touch, but that was a wish that would never come true. There was an ache in his chest that pierced him to the soul.

Phil began to cry.

Dan's POV

Dan had gone to bed early that night. Phil seemed to be ignoring him, staying in his room all day. Dan hated that Phil wouldn't talk to him, but he just didn't know what to do. He stayed up late contemplating on how to help his friend. After several hours Dan's eyes started to grow heavy. Just as he was about to fall asleep he heard a strange noise, immediately grabbing his attention. It sounded like a sob, and it was coming from Phil's room.

Dan took this as the best opportunity he was probably going to get and got out of bed. Very quietly he snuck out of his room and headed down the hall to Phil's door. He paused for a moment and waited. Much more clearly now he heard that Phil was crying. Dan knocked lightly on the door before cracking it open.

"Phil?" Dan questioned, peeking around the door and towards the bed. Phil jumped and quickly wiped at his eyes, but the truth was obvious.

"What do you want?" Phil sort of snapped. Dan was taken aback and almost decided against intervening. However, seeing the look of agony plastered on Phil's face made him walk across the room and sit next to him on the bed.

"Phil, I heard you crying," Dan told him. Looking into Phil's eyes he pleaded, "please, tell me what's wrong." At this point a fire had risen in Phil's eyes.

"Why do you even want to know?" he screamed. "I told you earlier, it's not important!" Phil jumped up and stormed for the door, but Dan cut him off. He came up from behind and put his hand firmly on the door above Phil's head. Phil spun around to face him. "Let me leave!"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!" Dan yelled. They were so close now, their noses mere centimeters apart. Dan saw the sadness in Phil's eyes, and when Phil kept his gaze locked on Dan's he thought he saw something more.

Phil's POV

Dan was so close to him. Phil had never seen him so forceful, at least not towards him. Phil was shaking and he had no idea what to do. On one hand he wanted to close the distance between the two of them and kiss Dan. On the other hand, he just wanted to hit him for making him feel this way.

"I just don't see why it matters." Phil was finally starting to feel defeated, and it came out as almost a whine. He wanted so badly to tell Dan how he felt, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing his best friend of 5 years.

"Because I care about you, despite what you may think!" Dan replied. "Just tell me what your dreams are about."

"They're about you!" Phil yelled, looking away from Dan's eyes. He slowly looked back, staring into the eyes of the man he loved. "My dreams are about you."