"Dan, hurry up or I'm eating your cereal again!"
The familiar shout echos from the kitchen to my bedroom, and I smile.
"Give me five minutes Phil!" I call back, rolling over in bed.
I wonder if today would be the day I told him. The day that I would finally be brave enough to tell him how I really felt.
I haul myself out of bed, and walk sluggishly to the kitchen, where Phil was already sitting, eating a bowl of what looked like shreddies. Rubbing my eyes, I poured myself a bowl of lucky charms, and sit down across from him. God, he was so beautiful. His eyes pierced into me, a huge smile on his face.
"Can we put the Christmas stuff up today Dan?" he asks brightly. "Pleaseeee?"
I chuckle, but nod. "Well it is only five days until Christmas, so yeah, we can"
Phil grins at me, moving some of his hair out of his face. "Great. We also need to go and see Alfie and Zoë later"
"Where?" I ask.
"Oh, I've arranged for us to meet up at the Starbucks in Leicester Square"
I nod. "Oh yeah, you mentioned yesterday. Cool, I'll just go and get ready"
