You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 33

Phil was sitting on couch when I walked in, remote in one hand and pillow in the other. As soon as I stepped in, he threw the pillow at me, and it hit me right in the face.
"What was that for?" I asked, dropping it onto the empty space next to him.
"What do you think?" He replied, not looking at me. "Now please leave me alone." 

I gaped at him in shock. What was wrong with him? "Phil, I-"

"Did you not hear me?" He growled, looking at me now, but in fury. "I said leave me alone."

I felt my heart slowly twisting into a tight knot as I walked backwards, out of the room. My mind was spinning with memories, trying to find what had made him like this. It had only started after the night, but he had loved that night so much, I could tell. What had he done the next night? Made out with me on the sofa. The night after that? It had begun. But he had held me in the night after the nightmare, as if we were boyfriends again. And just before he had wanted to do it again with me, and then had got angry when I didn't want to... for personal reasons. 

"Dan, wait!" He shouted, and I heard shuffling, and then a small bang. I poked my head around the door and saw him on the floor, looking at me apologetically. "Dan, I didn't mean to do any of that." He panted, rising so he stood facing me. "I would never say that to you, you know that. I don't know what came over me and-"

"Phil." I snapped, losing my patience with him. "Do you not like me anymore, is that it? Are you breaking up with me, because if that's it then-"

He silenced me by kissing me, hard, and pushing me back onto the couch where I was wrapped in his warm embrace. I kissed him back, running my hands under his shirt and stroking his chest. He shivered at my cold hands but ruffled my hair, his lips never leaving mine. "How could you think..." He breathed agisnt me, "... that I would ever break up with you?" 

"You acted like you didn't want to speak to me anymore, and you were moody." I closed my eyes as he explored my neck. "Could be puberty." 

He slapped my playfully and laughed against my tingling skin. "Or maybe you're just so annoying." His fingers lifted the hem of my shirt and it went off in one pull. I wrapped my hands around his neck and starting sucking on his skin. He would have a hell of a hickey tomorrow. "My turn." Phil whispered, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. I brought my hands down to unbuckle his belt, until I realised too late.

I felt him grab my wrist and pull away, eyes wide in shock. 

Oh.

No.

"Phil- I- I-" Words wouldn't come. The look he was giving me was unforgettable. "I-I'm sorry."

"Dan, how could you?" He sounded hurt... reall, really hurt. "When was this? Is this why you didn't want to do it before?" 

I nodded, ashamed, and bowed my head. "It was when you were mad at me. You told me to get out and I thought I was doing something wrong and I hated myself... I'm so sorry."

"Dan..." He closed his eyes. For a very long moment I was terrified he would turn back into that horrible person who wanted to break up with me, but when he opened them they were soft. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You won't do it again, will you?"

I shook my head, completely surprised. "You're not mad?"

"How could I  be mad? I'm worried about you, but I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you." He issed my cheek. I instantly felt better. "These are so deep, Dan! And there are so many!" He sighed. "I love you, Dan, so please don't do this again."

"Okay." I mumbled. "I love you too."

I truly did.