Please don't say you love me

Chapter 4: Milk

Yeh.. Um sorry I haven't posted in ages I've had things that have made me busy I'm soo sorry!! Plus I've had writers block so I gave up a little bit. Don't hurt me! XD but here you go. hope you like it !

(Phils P.O.V)

I woke up on the sofa with a blanket over me, where did that come from? It took me a while to get my head straight, I'm not to good with mornings, but Dan is terrible with them. He usually wakes up at noon because he's up till 4am each night playing Halo or Call of duty, or even browsing on tumblr for god knows how long.

I tried to recall what happened last night, I remember me and Dan talking about haters and stuff, then we sat down in here and watched Downton Abbey, what happened after that? I remember there was something else, something that I should really remember straight away. I suddenly jumped of the sofa and into the floor in shock remembering what happened, I had got those feelings for Dan again! I stayed on the floor for some time, recalling the situation in my brain to make sure I didn't get it wrong. And in the end I had to except that it was what happened, I couldn't have these feelings again, it put me through so much when it first happened, and I seriously can't go through that again, not with all the stress with the haters as well.

I looked at the blanket that I was now muddled up in after falling of the sofa, and I wondered if Dan had put it on me. I thought about it for a second until I figured out that I must've fallen asleep in the middle of Downton Abbey! Oh no, what would Dan of thought, it's one of his favourites! What if he thought that I didn't care what he liked or anything! I started to panic a bit, my head started to hurt and I felt a little bit light headed. Why was I being like this? I don't know maybe I'm just afraid to loose my best friend, or maybe it's because I don't want to mess any chance if us... No, what am I thinking it will never happen anyway.

I sat on the carpet for a while, gathering my thoughts about life and such. I do that a lot in the morning when I wake up, but I must say I don't particularly like doing it on the floor.

In the end I decided to get up, I was starting to get bored and hungry anyway. I walked into the kitchen to find Dan making coffee, I stood in the doorway in utter shock. He's never up this early, wait, what time is it? I glanced at the clock to see that it was half twelve! I stared at the clock for awhile making sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. I couldn't remember the last time I had woken up this late, actually I couldn't remember the last time Dan made coffee. I look back from the clock and at Dan, who was staring at me with a wide grin plastered on his face.

'I'd never thought I'd see the day when I would wake up before Philip Lester.' He smirked, and carried on fiddling with the coffee filter 'How do you make this bloody thing work?!' I laughed and drowsily walked over and helped him work it out. He's tries to look after himself, but in the end I'm always the one who has to mother him, I slowly explained how to work it, and I put on a patronising voice just as an extra touch.

'You see Daniel, and that is how you teach a twenty-two year old to make a cup of coffee'

'Oh shut up! He yelled, but I could tell in voice that he was kidding. 'That's the last time I ask you to help me with anything!'

'Finally!' I rejoiced, 'But Dan, we both know that I will always have to help you in the end.'

Outside was extremely rainy so we stayed in all day watching illegally bought anime films.I don't know where Dan got all these films from, but they're good anyway, so really don't mind, it would've been nice of I could understand them though. I went to the kitchen to get some cereal because we have the tendency to want to eat cereal at stupid times in the day. I opened the fridge, scanning for the milk, I spotted its carton in one of the side shelfs, but it was empty. 'Dan' I called

I heard a grunt from the living room 'We've run out if milk!' I heard him move in the living room and come into the kitchen. He walked it the fridge and looked inside for himself, he stretched

'Should we go get some?' He yawned, I don't know why he was tired it was only eight o'clock at night.

'Will the shops even be open?' I asked. He nodded and looked at the window.

'It's dark outside so we'll go together maybe.' He said. I was shocked, he never usually says stuff like that.

(Dans P.O.V)

I would've preferred to go on my own to the shops but I felt calmer when Phil was with me, he had this thing that would always comfort me, an aura maybe. I don't know. But I didn't want Phil to go on his own, it was dark outside, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to him.

I looked at Phil, by his facial expression I could tell that he was shocked, but he was trying his best to hide it. I knew him well enough.

'Yeh, umm sure!' He unsurely said.

We grabbed our coats and hurried out the door before the corner shop closed, it wasn't that far, but it was far enough for us to miss it.

We ran down the apartment stairs, I missing a step each time, it was funny the way Phil reacted when I did.

'Dan don't go so fast when you're doing that!'

'Dan concentrate!'

I looked back at him and laughed

'I'll be fine!' I assured. 'Look watch!' I readied myself and jumped of the stairs skipping at least 5 steps. I turned back at Phil, seeing him with his hands over his eyes, and peeking from behind them. Was he being this cute in purpose!

We fast-walked in silence to the shop, not daring to break the silence that was hanging between us.

I took a glance at him, his hair was covering his eyes, with one quick movement it was back to normal, I loved those little things that he did.

We approached the cornershop red faced and out of breath. We had been running now for the last five minutes, and I was not made for exercise.

Phil said that he would get the milk and I can look around at the back or something, he treated me like he was my mother, but it has always been like that. I ended up buying more cereal, I swear it's some strange messed up addiction.

We excited the shop, bags in hands, and relieved to go home. It did take us a little longer, due to the fact that we weren't running anymore.

We approached the door with relief, I just wanted to get back inside and lie down, the previous running session had tired me out. I looked at Phil expecting for him to get his keys out

(Phil's P.O.V)

I glanced at Dan, and waited for him to rummage in his pockets for his keys. Only too see him looking directly at me, with a concerned expression, and at that point we were both thinking the exact same thing.

'Please tell me you didn't forget your keys.'