Dan's POV:
I fucking hate towels.
So here I am, BUTT ASS NAKED, in front of Phil. What the hell do I do now?
My back was turned to him so he didn't see my, 'you-know-what' but still. He saw my arse. Fml, right?
I just kind of stood there, shocked, not knowing what to do for a while. Then I felt a breath on my shoulder. What. The. Fuck.
A hand fell on my shoulder but then it went away, and Phil started shaking his head, and walking past me to his room. I grabbed my towel in a panic and wrapped it around my waist again. "Phil! Wait!" He ignored me and just kept on walking. I stopped him right before he opened his door. "Phil. We need to talk." "Yeah right. Just leave me alone Dan. I don't need your sympathy." I grabbed his arm. "Phil, please." I guess he could read my expression pretty clearly because he softened his look and went to sit with me on the sofa.
"Okay, I'm going to go get dressed, but you're not going to move, yeah?" He nodded and I got ready as quickly as I could.
When I came back out, I saw Phil looking down at his hands and playing with his fingers. "Dan do we have to do this?" "Yes. There's something I really need to say." He rolled his eyes as I sat down next to him.
I faced him and he did the same. "So? What do you want to talk about?" There was a 30 second silence before I did something that I should have done for over 6 years now.
I kissed Phil Lester.
To be continued....
