Internet love crisis {Phan/Kickthestickz}

Dead on arrival

As the sun dawned in Manchester, flooding through their hotel windows, the boys were awoken by rays of sun hitting their faces.

Chris felt his eyes fluttered open, and he felt a pair of arms holding him tightly. He turned his head back, to see none other than PJ. He blushed as he came to the realization that they were extremely close.

There was no way to escape this situation without making it awkward. Though, Chris didn't quite mind it all this much.

PJ, who had been resting his chin on Chris's head, slowly fluttered his eyelashes open. After taking in his surroundings, he now noticed the predicament he and his bed mate were in.

Luckily for them, Dan had already seen the two, and laughed, "Morning lover boys. Either of you need to take a cold shower?" Phil, who had just rolled out of bed, punched Dan on the shoulder playfully. "Come on Howell. Let them be."

After fussing over hair straighteners and who got to shower next, and Chris. telling everyone to turn their backs while he changed, everyone was finally ready to make their final trip to their flat. But first, Starbucks.

So, off they went. As they arrived at the coffe shop, they ordered their drinks, Phil with a hot chocolate, PJ with a Vanilla Bean Frappe, Dan with a gingerbread latte, and Chris ordered water. "It makes me hyper," he explained, "even more than usual."

They all sat down on two small couches which were facing each other, a coffee table in between. Chris lay his head on PJ's shoulder. As far as he knew, there was nothing romantic or flirty about it. He was simply tired. Dan and Phil shared a couch, thoughthey weren't as close as Chris and PJ.

Dan looked between Chris and PJ apprehensively, "Are you two in a bloody relationship or something?"

Chris was about to retort with a cheeky reply, but PJ cut in first, laughing, "Me and Chris? Never. I'm not bloody gay."

It didn't take a detective to notice Chris's face fall. Phil noticed, and he pulled put his phone and shot a text over to the boy, 'What's up?'.

Dan and PJ somehow got into an argument about which pokemon were better, leaving Chris and Phil free to converse.

'Well...' typed Chris, 'I may, have a thing for Peej? But it's no big deal.'

Phil looked up and shot a sympathetic glance at Chris, but he too was roped into the pokemon debate when Dan said that Charmander would win in a battle against Jigglypuff.

However, Pokemon was the last thing on Chris's mind. He swirled his coffee distractedly, before placing it down and removing his head from PJ's shoulder.

'Me and Chris? Never.' The words played over in his head, each time his friend sounded disgusted with the prospect of a relationship with Chris.

PJ pulled himself from the conversation. "Chris? You alright mate?"

Phil, for some reason, was inclined to tell the other's what was bothering Chris, "He's upset becau-"

Chris quickly cut him off. "I'm still upset...over...my ex." Yes. Great excuse. A+.

Before anyone could respond, Phil's phone rang. "Hullo?...Yeah, I see....alright. We can make it tonight. Yeah, sure. Thank you!" The black haired man gave the other three a lopsided smile.

The raven haired man hung up the phone. "So...who's up to go to a party tonight?"

Dan and PJ both nodded, though Chris just shrugged cautiously, "No alcohol there, right?"

After some coaxing from Phil, and some peer pressure from Dan and PJ, Chris was back to his normal, happy, outgoing self. "Alright, yeah, let's do it!"