Please don't say you love me

Chapter 5: Regrets

(Phil's P.O.V)

Dan and I sat with our backs against the door and we sat there in silence for sometime. I had called the landlord and he said that he would be here soon with the spare key, he didn't tell us how long he was going to be, but it seemed too long. I was mentally kicking myself for forgetting the keys, what type if person does that? Me I guess.

'I'm sorry Dan' I stuttered out. I glanced at him as I said it, he was staring at me with a blank expression.

'What are you sorry for?' he questioned. Was he actually saying this?

Well for one I'm a total mess because of the haters, and he's the one who has got to live with it, I haven't done anything around the house lately, due to the haters and to top it all of I go and forget the god damn keys.

I ran my fingers through my hair 'I've just fucked everything up Dan, im a total mess now, I don't see the point anymore and your the one who has to cope with me.' I had to breath for a second to stop my tears from streaming down my face. I looked back at Dan, who seemed sincerely concerned. 'Everything's my fault' I barley whispered, but it was just audible. I bursted into tears and in that moment in time I wanted the earth to swallow me up, because I was never going to have a chance with Dan if he saw me like this. Who am I kidding, I was never going to have a chance in the first place.

I felt an arm slither round my shoulders and then it squeezed me tight, I stopped crying for and I look up and saw Dan staring at me with those big and beautiful brown eyes.

'Shit' I mumbled. And I pulled my knees up and I rested my head in them, Dan's arm still wrapped around me, it felt nice, comforting even. but I was still ashamed of my self.

'This won't last forever, and you shouldn't be putting your self through this.' I listened carefully to ever word he said, 'Those barstards wouldn't be saying that if they knew the real you Phil, if they knew you well enough and then could still say them things, well, they would just be jealous. Your amazing Phil.' he ended. I gazed up at him and he winked. Oh how much I love him. I smiled and wiped the remaining tears from my face.

'Thankyou Dan, for everything. I...'

No. No. I'm not going to say it.

'What?' he asked. Crap what do I say?

'I... Appreciate it' Good one Phil

'Oh, okay' Dan muttered, he looked back down to the floor, and lifted his arm of me.

I hope I didn't say anything wrong.

(Dans P.O.V)

I thought he was going to say it. How could I think that!? It's stupid, why would he even say that anyway. 'I love you Dan', yeh that will never happen.

The milk was getting warm, and my bum was going numb. Can that landlord be any slower? I rested my head against the door, and I closed my eyes. I could feel Phils eyes staring at me, so I peeked out of one eye, only to see him turn round again. I chuckled.

'Sorry' he mumbled

'I don't blame you' I laughed

'For what?' Phil questioned, those big blue puzzled eyes staring at me. For fuck sake Phil can you make this any harder

'I don't blame you for wanting to stare at this' I gestured my body and winked.

'You're such a wind up Dan'

'Oh am I now?'

I liked these little moments I have with Phil, I miss them.

I sat up straight and I caught his eye, our faces were inches from each other, how did that happen. I wanted to lean in but I knew he would freak out if I did, but what if he was feeling the same way. Bull crap. We were still staring at each other, I noticed him looking at my lips and then back up at my eyes, What?!

I didn't notice the landlord walk up the stairs and then Stand above us until he loudly coughed. Phil and I look one last look and then quickly scrambled to our feet to let him though.

He unlocked the door and said something about us being forgetful and to not waste his time, I didn't really listen, I was too busy hating myself for what had just happened.

We both walked in, left the cereal and milk in the kitchen and we didn't speak a word until the next morning.

I lay in bed that night, replaying that moment in time in my head, over and over again. just to make sure that it happened the way I thought it did. I wanted to go into Phil's room and talk to him so badly, but I left it. I wish I did go. Maybe things might've turned out different.