Llama Hats and Lion Roars (Phan)

Part 4

Dan's P.O.V.

I wake up on my bed. I look at my clock and it is 11:36. My head hurts. I feel like I need to vomit. There is water and painkillers beside me on my bedside table. I am hungover. "Oh God," I say as I rush to my bathroom to vomit.

I have my head over the toilet, puking my guts out. "Hey Dan," I hear Phil's voice behind me. He comes over and rubs my back to comfort me.

"How bad was it this time," I asked.

"Well, you were playing spin the bottle with some people..."

"Oh. Well. Thank you for telling me. Anything else?"

"Well, you said some things," he said looking down, but quickly changed the subject," but everything is fine other than your hangover."

"Phil, what did I say?"

"Let's get you to bed. Take your painkilllers, and let the memories come back to you if they can. If they can't, they aren't worth remembering."

I had just finished this round of the hangover, so I stopped vomitting.
Phil escorted me to my room, let me get under my comfoter and take my painkillers. He left the room, and I slept with the thought of what I said last night on my mind.
•
I woke up and heard Phil in the kitchen. I looked at my clock, and it was 5:37. I got up and went into the kitchen to see Phil.

I could tell he was alarmed. "Dan! What are you doing up? You scared me half to death!"

"It is 5:30 something, and I heard you in here, so I decided that I should get up and stretch out."

"What? Oh," he laughed," it is '5:30 something' in the morning!"

"Oh. Well, that was a waste of a day."

"No," he put his hand on my shoulder," you needed your rest. Are you feeling any better?"

I liked the way it felt when he touched me. It tingled. But in a good way. I could stay like that forever. I just wanted to bathe in the feeling. Then I remembered that he asked me a question. "Oh, I am fine. Feeling loads better."

"Okay. Glad you feel better. Do you feel like going back to sleep or...," Phil asked as he walked over to the cabinet to get me water.

"Umm, I'm not very tired. I am probably going to watch some Netflix. I promise to keep it down so you can sleep."

Phil handed me a cup of water and said," Okay, I will watch with you."
•
As time moved on to nine o'clock, we got more eased in and decided yo eat some breakfast.

As we ate our breakfast, and watched our Netflix, Phil's hand fell on top of mine. I didn't know it was him at the time, because it never moved. I looked down after a couple of minutes of Phil not saying anything about something falling on my hand, but I felt a tingle.

I looked down ever so slowly, and saw a pale right hand, lying on my tanned left hand. Phil noticed I was looking so he pulled away. "Sorry," he said as he jumped up and took our dishes to the sink.

I followed him into the kitchen. "What are you sorry about?"

"Oh nothing."

"Phil, people don't just looked shocked, apologize, then jump up and leave the room without there being something wrong."

He turned and looked at me. "Dan, do you remember what you said two nights ago at the party?"

I forgot about the faded memory I had received. "I don't know. But just because I can't completely remember it, does not mean it isn't important. I mean, it obviously is. What did I do or say to make you mad? What ever I did, I apologize."

Phil looked down. He was obviously thinking. "Well, what does this do for you?"

He lunged forward. "Wha-" I started. But I was interrupted by two arms wraped around my waist, a body pushed up against mine, and a tingle. Then I noticed Phil's lips setting on top of mine.