Phil's POV
I woke up feeling extremly warm, and under pressure. There was a weight on my chest, and when I tried to look down to find out what it was, I got a face-full of dark brown hair. I remembered the night before, and Dan falling asleep on me. I had to use the bathroom, but I didn't want to wake the man who was snoring softly, and probably drooling, on my chest. After a few minutes, I gave up on uncomfortably holding it, and squirmed a bit, knowing that would wake Dan.
"Five more minmmpphh..." he groaned, nuzzling his face into my chest.
"Dan, you have to let me get up. I need to go to the bathroom. You can still sleep, there are pillows."
"But you're comfier."
"Dan." I said firmly. As nicely as I could manage, I pushed his head off of my chest and on to one of my pillows, receiving an angry grunt from Dan, but he still didn't get up. I chuckled slightly and stood up. I went to the bathroom and did my business, glancing in the mirror and noticing a large dark spot in my purple t-shirt about where Dan's mouth had been all night. I sighed and walked back into my room to change. When I got there, Dan was sat up in my bed, staring off into nothing, until he noticed me.
"G'morning." He yawned.
"Morning, waterfall." I gestured to the drool stain on my shirt, and Dan smiled cutley.
"Sorry," he said, shrugging innocently. Opening my wardrobe, I pulled white Danosaur shirt and changed into it. When I turned around, I caught Dan staring at me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I giggled flirtatiously.
"There are plenty on the internet, I don't need to take my
own." He shot back, not missing a beat. He had a point. "Represent." He gestured to my shirt, chuckling. I laughed a bit with him.
"Breakfast?" I asked.
"Sure, but I'll cook," he responded. "Don't want you burning the house down this morning." I stopped walking through the doorway of my room and looked at him.
"How did you know that I can't cook?" I asked him. "All we've had since you've been home is take-away and microwave meals." His eyes widened.
"I just...knew?" He replied shakily. I walked across the room to where he had stood up and pulled him into a hug.
"We'll get all your memories back." I stated confidently.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked as he hugged me back.
"I just am."
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ugh short stupid update I'm sorry.
But at least you know I'm not giving up on this, right?
I don't know how often I'll be able to update in the next few weeks because I'll be busy, but don't delete this from your library because IT IS NOT OVER.
Sorry if the last author's note made you think I was done. I'm really glad that a few of you actually enjoy this story and want me to keep writing it. So, for those of you who left a comment on the author's note, thank you! I'm writing this without internet soo I can't find the user name, but especially thank you to the super-nice guy/girl who found me on tumblr and made a wattpad account just to comment on my story, you rock! If I don't follow you on tumblr already, inbox me your URL and I will :]
I don't know if I've promoted my youtube channel on here yet, but I will now! I can't link it, but my channel name is Torieismoderatlycool. It'd mean the world to me if you'd check it out, and maybe subscribe?
Also, how do you feel about me calling all of you Torieos?
I want the input!
LOVE YOU ALL
STAY CLASSY, TORIEOS.
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(PS sorry for any typos i wrote this on my phone with a Bluetooth keyboard, but i couldn't spell check it!)
