Delia Smith Phancakes

Chapter 6

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~Sorry I'm really awkward}

Phil's POV

New day, new start. If only. Thoughts of last night stung fresh in my memory, bringing worry to my mind. Dan. He was the only thing I could think about. Did he come back last night?

I rolled off the couch, stumbling to my feet. Groaning as my knees collapsed, weakly under my weight. I pushed my head onto the seat of the couch and stretched. I tried to stand up for the second time, this time succeeding.  I gripped onto various things along the way to keep my from falling and to stop me from feeling dizzy.

I reched Dan's bedroom and knocked quietly, whispering his name. No answer. The door creaked slightly as I swung it open, peeking through and seeing him curled up under the duvet snoring slightly. I sighed with relief knowing that he was safe. I rested my head against the doorframe, letting my legs rest for a minute.

I saw Dan turn over, the duvet falling off onto the floor. I giggled to myself, hanging my head down and looking at the floor trying to stop myself from waking him up.

My legs made their way over to the duvet on the floor, and I bent down to pick it up. I threw it lightly over Dan, so he wouldn't be cold. I reached down the side of the bed, over the top of him, to tuck the sides in so it wouldn't fall off again when Dan's eyes flew open.

I pulled back quickly and tried to break eye contact but I couldn't seem to.

"I was just um, tucking you in again" It sounded childish now as I said it out loud.

"It's fine, it not like I'm protesting anyway is it. Thank you Phil" He smiled

I nodded and started to walk away when he coughed dramatically. I spun back around, and looked at him confused.

"Er, you didn't tuck the top bit by my head, and I can't reach, and there's a draft, and I'm getting a bit cold, and I'm sorry, but-"

I laughed loudly, interrupting him, and leant back over him brushing my hand across his hair as I did, trying to make it seem like an accident. I could feel his hot breath tingle my neck, as I bent lower.

Dan twisted onto his side, knocking my leg in the process making me wobble backwards, when Dan grabbed my shirt and pulled me ontop of him. My legs entangled with him, and my face smashed into his. I pulled away quickly, my face flushing red.

Dan's eyes grew wide as he realised what he'd just done, he wriggled backward so he could sit up properly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to fall back, so I, um, pulled you forward I guess" He whispered in mock horror

"No, no, Dan it's fine, thank you. Is your face okay? I kind of headbutted you"

"Oh.. Yeah I'm fine thanks. I just tired, can you let me sleep" He mumbled, he almost sounded dissappointed.

I said another apology and left the room quickly.

Dan's POV

I tossed and turned all night. I just couldn't sleep. I wanted to leave, juat end it, but I loved Phil. I couldn't just leave him. I knew he'd just get over it, but... Id never get to be with him. But to be honest, I'd never be with him alive either.

My mind swirled in and out of unconsciousness, until I finally drifted to sleep.

Chill stung at my legs and my arms as I was exposed to the morning coldness. I wanted to open my eyes to see where my duvet went. I stretched my hand out, hoping that I would just magically grab it and pull myself back into the warmth.

I was seriously contemplating whether to just get up, when I felt someone's hand firmly tuck me back into the warmth. My eyes flew open only to meet Phil's. He moved back. I felt the coldness flood back in around my neck, and decided to point it out to Phil.

He leant back over me to tuck that bit in his hand brushing lightly with my hair, when I turned around to face him, accidentally hitting his leg. I saw his face in shock as he started to fall back. My hands moved before I could make up my mind and I pulled him ontop of me.

His legs entangled with mine as his face collided against me. Did.. Did he just kiss me? My eyes opened and I moved backward, so I could fully look at him.

Of course he didnt kiss me. Why fucking would he? It was my fault for pulling him onto me. All he did was headbutt me. So I basically forced him to kiss me? It wasn't even a fucking kiss. His lips just brushed against my chin.

Im so pathetic to even think that. He walked out the room. I bit my lip to keep me from crying. I doubt I would be able to cry anymore, I've used all my tears up.

I just want this nightmare to be over.