Craft (Dan & Phil)

Hangover

Dan woke up feeling awful. He rolled over and tore the tie around his neck off and unbuttoned his shirt, his skin burning up. He lay facing up at the ceiling his clothes only half on.

"Crap," he murmured to himself putting his hands on his face and feeling the sweat. He'd drunken so much towards the end. He'd gotten drunk accidentally. Everything was a blur and his head ached.

"Phil!" He called, his hand draped over his eyes.

"Yeah?" Phil's head appeared around the door almost instantly.

"What happened last night?"

Phil's face went slightly pink.

"You were really drunk," he said trying not to stare at Dans bare chest and messy clothes.

"Really?" Said Dan sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Well no shit, Phil."

"And you started singing and stuff," said Phil hurt and depleted.

"Uhhh, fuck," mumbled Dan.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look bloody alright?" Snarled Dan.

"I'm sorry- what happened?"

"It's this bloody hangover isn't it!" Snapped Dan.

"Oh, oh yeah," Phil slipped out of the room, away from Dan's anger. He couldn't bare to be in a room with Dan like this.

Dan reached for his phone. He squinted painfully as the screen turned on. The picture of him and Chelsea light up and he smiled, biting his lip as he looked at it. He had a headache and he felt terrible. He felt like he was going to be sick.

He closed his eyes and fighting the sensation in his stomach warning him to stop looking at the screen, opened up Chelsea's contact and began to type.

Dan: Hey, how are you

She responded a second later.

Chelsea: Fine- I think I might developed a lactose intolerance after all the milk I drank tho

Dan smiled to himself.

Dan: I've got a special kind of of milk for you baby ;)

He was joking, but his heart hammered as he typed the last word in. Was it too soon?

Chelsea: It isn't goat milk is it?

Dan blinked and paused, she clearly didn't get the joke. He'd told it to Phil before and he'd understood perfectly. He laughed out loud recalling Phil's horrified expression.

Dan: haha, no sweetheart

Chelsea: you're cute

She was so innocent. Phil was like that at times. He laughed again. But he really wasn't.

He didn't know what it was about her. She was so strange. She was so terribly strange to the point where she seemed slightly mental.

Dan: hey are you free tonight? We can share our milk tonight ;p

Chelsea: sure!

He hadn't expected her to get it. It was a stupid joke he scolded himself.

Dan: Same place?

Chelsea: okay! See you then ;p

Dan: Bye <3

He laughed quietly to himself. He put his phone down.

He suddenly felt terribly sick. He sat up too fast and a sudden headache blinded him. His body burned and his stomach churned and all of a sudden he threw up everywhere.

Hi, I've never had a hangover so again, I'm trying to imagine what it'd be like :/

I'm sorry- this is a reallllllllly bad chapter and  it's really of dorky. Don't judge me, I can't flirt. I know the 'jokes' don't really make any sense. Forgive me! This is more of a filler than anything.

Don't leave me now ! <3