But he's my best friend? -Phan

Chapter 6 (Mixed POV)

*The day will be split in to short chapters of both characters POV's*

Dan POV

I woke up first the next morning, as I was too warm as I actually wore clothes to bed considering I had to share with Phil and I thought it would make him uncomfortable. Phil was lying beside me curled up into a ball. He was acting pretty weird last night. When we arrived we went out to the balcony and cuddled and he seemed alright, but the hotel worker came in and he got all freaked out. I couldn't help but think he was embarrassed to be seen with me. Maybe this was because he's straight or closeted or whatever he is, it still kind of hurt. Though I do understand.

I decided to take advantage of the fact he wasn't awake yet to snuggle in closer to him, setting my hand on his chest and pretending I was asleep. I was so close I could feel his chest going in and out and hear his steady breathing. I looked up at him, his dark hair was messy, his eyes were closed exaggerating the length of his eyelashes and his paper white complexion and all I could think was how beautiful he really is.

His eyes began to twitch like they were about to open and his body moved a little indicating I should close my eyes and resume pretending to sleep. "Dan" he whispered, but I chose to ignore this. There was a moments silence when I felt his hand run through my hair and he kissed the temple of my fore-head. Excitement rushed through my body but I forced myself to stay still as I felt he would be annoyed that I was pretending to sleep. I waited for him to wake me up, but he didn't I felt him move away from me and close the bathroom door and then heard the shower run.

My mind was racing. He feels the same, no friend kisses their best friend when they are sleeping. He must feel the same way! I jumped out of bed full of glee and practically skipped round the room grabbing my clothing and deciding I would shower later on this evening. I then turned on the tv in the room for background noise and began to straighten my hair in front of the mirror.

Quite a while later Phil walked out of the bathroom, I didn't know if it was because he had kissed me or what but I felt like he looked amazing. His hair was straightened, he was wearing red which he suited annoying well. "Hey" I beamed at him. "Hi you finally awake then" he said showing less excitement than I had thought he would. I guess I had over eagerly expected him to come out of the bathroom and confess his love for me which I don't think was going to happen. "Coming for breakfast?" he questioned smiling at me. Every time I looked at him I just remembered the feeling of his fingers combing through my hair and my heart stopping as he actually kissed my forehead. We walked down the hallway to the elevator and the headed to the dining room.

The room had red wall paper and a wooden floor, the buffet table lined the far wall of the room and tables covered in white table cloths scattered the room. We headed to the buffet table and chose our breakfast of choice. Phil got cereal and toast and coffee and I got a fry and tea. I lead the way to a four person table as there was no two person tables and sat down. Phil sat opposite me, which was quite strange as we always sat beside each other as it was closer. Though I didn't bring it up. "Are you alright?" I questioned as he just seemed quite quiet. "Yeah I'm fine just a bit tired." I knew that "a bit tired" meant he wasn't fine. That was code for you have pissed me off, but I don't want to talk about it, and he said it last night to me too. I retraced my steps in my mind trying to work out what I done wrong.

Though he was sending me very mixed feelings with the forehead kiss. I continued thinking when he interrupted "So what do you want to do today?" he said grinning at me. Damn that boy is confusing. So he went to bed early, kissed me as I slept, then went quiet and distant and now is acting normal again? "Want to go to the theme park?" I questioned not knowing what answer to expect with this weird mood he was in. This wasn't Phil, Phil was usually a very straight forward person who hated any form of confrontation and isn't really that confusing.