Something more; phan

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A/N I originally started writing this on Quotev (leavemeimphangirling if you wanna check it out) but seeing as all my other fanfics were on here, I thought I'd move it onto here. (The writing gets better as the story progresses- I hope)

My dreary eyes opened to see duvet set that was not my own. Who's bed was this? And why was I here? I slowly moved my leg, and yep, there was another person in this bed. Let's roll over to see who this is. For some strange reason, I thought it would be a good idea to roll over with my eyes closed and then open them when I got there. So, that's what I did. Eyes. Open. Oh... That was unexpected. All I saw in front of me was a bare back. Wait, is this a guy? Wait. No, Phil, calm down, it might just be a girl with short hair. You just have to wait and see. I heard a moan and then the stranger lying next to me started to roll over. Oh god, it was a guy. His tired eyes opened, damn, he had beautiful eyes.
"Hey" he murmured
"Um, hi" I replied, still in shock
"Who are you?" he groaned
"Oh, erm, I'm Phil"
"Well, Phil, I'm Dan. Do you have any idea what the fuck happened last night?"
"Um, the last thing I remember is my friend talking me in to having a shot"
"Hmm.. yeah I don't really know what happened either. My friend invited me to a party at his."
"So, this isn't your place?"
"Yeah, it is. I'm just not entirely sure how I got here." There was an awkward silence, lasting what seemed like forever. I couldn't help but stare at his partially-wavy hair.
He must have noticed me staring because the next thing he said was "Urgh, yeah, my hair looks shit I know, I need to straighten it"
"No, I like it" I replied
Dan and I chuckled "yeah right" he said "I better get dressed"
"Yeah, me too, do you know where my shirt is?"
"What does it look like?"
"Red, with like black squares"
"Checked?" He laughed
"Yeah" I replied, giggling "Oh, found it"
"Yeah, erm, I'll go in the bathroom to get changed"
Stumble. Stumble. Fall. Wow, skinny jeans are hard to put on when you're hungover. Dan walked back into the room a few minutes later, fully dressed, except for socks. I was just sorting my hair out. Can't leave looking like this.
"Erm, I'm not really used to the whole 'sleeping with a stranger' thing. I don't really know what to do." He said, looking at me.
"No, me neither"
"Do you wanna stay for breakfast?"
"If you don't mind, I'm starving"
"No, of course I don't, you're a kinda-guest in my house" He showed me downstairs and pointed me in the general direction of the kitchen. I sat at the round table in the middle of the room "is crunchy nut okay?" he asked
"My favourite."
The next 7 minutes consisted of us, sat at a table, eating cereal, no talking, no eye contact. Just eating. Then, Dan broke the silence "So, Phil, where do we go from here?"