This Guy

3.

A/N: Last one for today pals!

The light from outside mocked Dan's sore eyes, and as soon as he was able to open them, the pounding in his head began, sending a deep groan out of Dan's mouth. He rolled over sleepily, his arm falling and hitting someone else...

Wait. What the-

Dan's eyes now sprung open faster than he thought was possible and rested on a black-haired heap asleep at the side of him. The memories from the previous night flooded back, but to Dan's surprise, he didn't feel any regret or embarrassment, instead he simply smiled. His movement must've woken Phil, who began to stir and rolled over to face Dan, his black hair flopped messily over his face.

Adorable. Thought Dan. No wait, shit, no I didn't mean that.

Phil's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a small smile spread across his face at the slightly confused, and hungover, mess staring down at him. 'If you're about to ask, no we didn't.' He mumbled, and Dan made sure to note the morning voice and how it sounded very-

Nevermind.

'We didn't?' Dan asked, relieved that he hadn't gone and slept with a stranger whilst on what was supposed to be a work night out. Phil shook his head, eyes still barely open as he lay sprawled across the pillow.

'Technically we never even kissed' he yawned, 'well, apart from that...' Phil gestured to Dan's neck. Dan tenderly touched the skin and winced at the all too obvious hickey painted under his fingertips.

'I stayed over?' He asked, why was he so full of questions all of a sudden?

Phil smirked, opening his eyes properly this time as he stared up at the ceiling, but Dan could still see a glimpse of those bright blue pupils. 'Looks like you did' he grinned wider.

'What?' Dan was smiling now, it seemed almost impossible not to around this boy.

He allowed himself to lie back down, only now taking the time to look around the new room that he had woken up in. His eyes drifted to where Phil was staring, and Dan's breath stopped for a second. In contrast to Dan's plain old white ceiling littered with the occasional smoke stain, Phil's walls and ceiling were covered with... Art...

Hundreds of different colours were scattered and splattered across several sizes of paper, sketches of ordinary people sitting in coffee shops or smiling stared down at Dan, and he lay there, speechless at the tiny details put into each and every one of the pictures that helped to create an entire new universe surrounding him.

'You look as though you've never seen a piece of artwork before' Phil smirked, snapping Dan's gaze away from the walls.

'I- I just- wow' Dan could hardly muster up a sentence. What was wrong with him? Here he was, lying shirtless in another GUYS bed, smiling for once, and not swearing and trying to escape the house like the usual hungover mornings Dan had experienced. He began to laugh, an open, loud laugh, which sent a look of confusion through Phil's face.

'I'm not- I'm not laughing at you I swear I just- Fuck- what am I doing here?' He continued to laugh to himself, unable to tare his eyes away from the artwork across the walls.

Phil's face dropped, his hair falling over his face and he sat up in the bed, fiddling nervously with his fingers.

'Go on then.' He mumbled.

Dan stopped smiling and stared over in Phil's direction, swallowing hard as he noticed that Phil's bare chest was now on show and how he looked so- no Dan.

'I said that you can go, this was obviously a mistake to you. So go, leave and never hear of me again if thats how you want it.'

'No, Phil, look I- This just isn't normal for me, I'm sorry.' There was no reply as Phil continued to stare down at his lap. Dan shuffled closer, feeling his cheeks heat up.

'I said I'm sorry dude.' He whispered, why was he still being so nice? This was weird for Dan...

Phil finally looked up. He let a small smile onto his face and leant into Dans open arms. Dan rested his own head on top of Phil's, inhaling the subtle scent of oil paints and pencil sharpening and allowing his usually tense shoulders to relax. And for once, Dan didn't want to run away stuttering some bullshit excuse as he tried to find his way home like usual. He wanted to stay, right here, cuddled up to a blue eyed, black haired stranger, surrounded by all the colours of the world.

A/N: Fluff fluff and more mother effing fluff :) Also, that pastel edits video last night completed me I stg!