Happy Mistakes? - Phan

Chapter Two

*Phil's POV*
I shut Dan's bedroom door behind me, breathing deeply and trying not to freak out. He doesn't remember?! How can he not remember that?! I tried to calm my breathing, and walked out to the kitchen to get a cup of tea and some crisps. I sat on the couch, cradling my warm mug, inhaling the calming herbal scent it gave off. I turned on the tv and tried to find something interesting, finally settling on a Doctor Who marathon that was playing on BBC. Oh great, it was the season with Donna. I didn't really like Donna. She was too pompous and self-absorbed for my taste.
With Doctor Who playing in the background, I turned my thoughts to the problem at hand. What would happen if Dan remembered? Or if he started investigating. I was afraid that what he found out could ruin our wonderful friendship, which was something I valued above pretty much everything. I honestly have no idea where I would be right now without that lovely, brown-eyed, wonderful boy. I knew I had feelings for him, and I had for quite a while. I knew Dan was straight as a meterstick. (Quick note: I am not British so sorry in advance if I call certain things by the American term, or use a British term incorrectly) How could he not be, with the amount of time he spends talking about females and watching certain... videos with lots of naked women in them.
I sighed heavily, wishing for the thousandth time that I could hold Dan's hand right now, snuggling up to him in his bed, breathing in that special scent that belongs just to him. A combination of vanilla, cinnamon, and something uniquely Dan. Then I realized, also for the thousandth time, that this would never happen, and I should stop dreaming about it. I knew I would never be able to though, and would constantly keep breaking my own heart over the next few years, or however long I keep spending time with Dan. He was like a drug - I knew I was hurting myself just by being around him, and I knew that I should stop spending so much time with him. However, I was unable to do so, not while there was still hope of him returning this sentiment, and especially not after last nights incident. Last night rekindled the hope that I still secretly nurtured, and I knew I was about to make my life hell, but I figured it was worth it, for Dan.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of someone throwing up emanating from the bathroom. Dan must have woken up without me noticing... I hope he's ok! I'm such a bad friend, thinking about my own problems while my best friend is so sick...
I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Dan!" I called. "Are you alright? Can I come in?" I got no response besides the disgusting noises getting louder, and decided that Dan probably needed some assistance.
"Ah, Dan, I'm going to go ahead and come in, alright?" I pushed the door open a crack and poked my head through the opening. I sighed defeatedly, walked over to Dan, and began rubbing his back gently.
"Dan, you really shouldn't have drank as much as you did last night," I stated, frowning slightly.
"You're telling me," he said, snorting
bitterly before leaning back over the toilet and continuing the process of emptying out the contents of his stomach, which wasn't much. That meant it was mostly dry heaving, and by the time Dan's stomach settled down, he was flushed and out of breath. The dirtier part of my brain put this totally out of context. I imagined Dan looking just like this, but sprawled out below me, wearing a considerably smaller amount of clothing. I started blushing, and was almost the same shade of red as Dan. I excused myself, hoping that Dan hadn't noticed my pants getting tighter and tighter.
I rushed back into my room,
slamming the door shut behind me, my face still burning. I was fairly certain Dan hadn't seen anything, but still... Oh well. I would just have to wait and see if Dan confronted me about it.
Either way, I really should go back
and check check on Dan. He seemed better but he sure wasn't 100% yet. I took a moment to collect myself before opening up mybedroom door, only to see Dan's face mere inches from mine.