But he's my best friend? -Phan

Chapter 8 (Mixed POV)

Dan pov

I could feel the light shining in the window attempting to force me out of my blanket cocoon in to the real world. I fluttered my eyes open before groaning and burying my face in to the pillow. I felt awful. My stomach was gurgling, I was desperate for water and my head was ringing. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I looked beside me to find an empty bed. Phil had already woke up. Memories from last night came flashing back to me. Me grabbing Phil's face and it edging closer to mine. The feel of our lips crashing together. Either my stomach was uneasy from the alcohol or I was getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I forced myself up on my elbows to look for Phil. "Phil!" I called out, but there was no reply. I suddenly began to panic, I couldn't remember anything after that kiss, his reaction. I began to become sick with nerves. Was he mad at me? Is that why he isn't in the room?

I scanned the room for him, there was no sign of him, but a note in Phil's hand writing with the words "Eat me" and "Drink me" lay beside a glass of water and some head ache tablets. I swallowed the tablets and quickly drank the water. This was a mistake. As soon as the water hit my stomach, my stomach churned in disgust. Acid started rising in my mouth as I desperately ran to the bathroom. I fell to my knees as I reached the toilet and threw up. I lay my head on the side of the bowl partly because I was exhausted and partly because I was afraid to move any further away. As I lay there images from the night before flashed through my mind. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pried in out of the pocket of my skinny jeans, reminding of how uncomfortable I was considering I was still wearing last night's clothing. I message from Becky appeared. "Saw you and your boy kissing last night and leaving together ;) Glad you actually went for it! Jess and I want all the details xx." The message made me groan as I remembered my admissions to Becky and Jessica last night. I text back "I'll call you later, I haven't talked to Phil about it yet, I'll update you later xx" and put my phone back in to my pocket.

Just as I thought I was starting to feel a bit better the acidic churning feeling started again. I reached my head over the bowl over the toilet for the second time. Just as I started to throw up for the second time I felt a hand push my fringe out of the way and another hand gently rub my back. "Not feeling well?" I heard Phil say from behind me giggling mid-sentence. "I didn't hear you come in." I replied ignoring the frankly obvious question. I kept my head toward the toilet, not wanting him to see my face, as I was dribbling down my face and I could feel tears running out from eyes from being sick.

"I just got in. I got up to get breakfast for us and take it up to the room as I guessed you wouldn't be fit to go downstairs, but I guess you're not in the mood for breakfast?" I loved the gesture, but even the thought of breakfast had me leaning over the bowl for the third time this morning. "No, sorry" I said after I was finished. "It's okay I'll just cancel your room service, will you be alright while I go downstairs to tell them?" He asked. "Yeah I'll be fine" I said keeping my head down.

I heard the room door closed and looked up from the bowl. I walked over to look at myself in front of the mirror. To say I looked a mess wouldn't even cover it. I had drink stains covering my shirt, my face was bright red, I had tears running down my cheeks and spit running down my chin and neck and my hair was scattered in every direction. I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, washed my face with a face cloth and quickly brushed my hair. I would have straightened it, but I didn't have time.

I walked back in to the other room and lay back down on the bed above the covers and hugged the pillow. A few moment later Phil entered the room carrying a tray of cereal, juice and a jug of water. I smiled up at him as he set the jug of water on my beside table after re-filling my cup. He then went over to his side of the bed and sat down leaning his back against the pillows with his tray on his lap.