Never Let Go - Danisnotonfire x Reader

Hangover

You open your stinging eyes slowly, blinking in the darkness. As your mind wanders back to the previous night, you turn over and relish in the warmth of your duvet. You remember how drunk Dan was and reckon that he'll be experiencing a pretty rough hangover this morning.

Finally deciding to get up, you sit upright and stretch. You swivel your sprained wrist gingerly to test the pain, pleased to find that it's definitely improving. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and gently pull on some fluffy socks to keep your feet warm. Grabbing a hoodie, you make your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

You meet Phil in the kitchen, who's brewing some coffee. He's wearing his glasses. The black rims do nothing to conceal the purple bags under his eyes. He notices you and smiles tiredly.

"Hello," he greets quietly. "Sleep well?"

"Sort of," you reply with a small smile. "Did you?"

"Not really. I kept tossing and turning for some reason. I find it hard to wind down after a party," he says with a shrug, stirring the coffee in his mug. "Have you seen Dan yet?"

"No." You pull two slices of bread out of the bread bin and stick them in the toaster. "He must be feeling pretty awful after last night. I'll go check on him now while I wait for this to be done," you continue as you wave a hand in the direction of your soon-to-be toast.

Phil reaches a finger under the lens of his glasses and rubs some sleep from his eye, nodding. He opens a cupboard and hands you a box of painkillers. "He'll probably need these. If he's not awake, maybe just leave them on his bedside table. That's what I normally do." He fills up a glass with water and hands it to you too.

You nod wordlessly and take the box from the black haired man, heading out of the kitchen and down the hallway to Dan's closed bedroom door. You put your ear to the door to see if you can hear any signs that he's awake. You don't hear any snoring, so that's a good sign.

After you knock on the door, you hear a mumbled 'come in', so you open it slowly and look down at a dishevelled-looking Dan, whose slightly reddened eyes are barely visible over the duvet he's pulled up over himself.

"Hey, sleepy head," you say with a small grin as you remember the weird drunk things Dan was coming out with the previous night. "How are you feeling?"

Dan seems to ponder what to say before settling for a noise instead. "Gah."

"That good, huh?" you reply with a chuckle, to which the man nods. He seems to regret it instantly and closes his eyes in pain, clutching his forehead. You furrow your eyebrows in concern and step further into the room, setting down the glass of water and the box of painkillers on Dan's bedside table. "Here. I brought you these."

Dan shifts himself up into a sitting position, reaching for the glass and pills gratefully. "Thanks," he mumbles after popping a couple of pills out of the blister packet and downing them with a few mouthfuls of water. "I didn't say anything... weird last night, did I?"

You notice the concern etched on Dan's face, the deep set wrinkle between his eyebrows showing just how worried he is. You shake your head reassuringly. "You did mention something about wanting to be a strawberry," you remind him with a laugh. "But that's it. No murder confessions or anything, don't worry."

He groans quietly but looks relieved that he didn't say anything more embarrassing. Grabbing his phone, he checks the time. "1pm..." he says under his breath, seeming to be a little disappointed in himself. Fixing his eyes on you again, he asks, "What are your plans for today?"

You shrug. "I don't plan to do much. I'm pretty tired, so I was just going to watch some TV or something. Do you have plans?"

"Nope," he replies gratefully. "I need time to become a human again. I might sleep more if that's okay."