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"chris! what the hell are you doing here, i've been searching for you everywhere," dan's voice is loud and accusing, his words slurred together as he furrows his eyebrows at chris who is sitting outside the conference hall, completely unaffected by the harsh weather.

"chris? what's wrong, why are you sitting here? let's go back inside," dan leans down and grips chris' arm, his fingers curling around his bicep as he attempts to pick his friend off the ground, but chris has absolutely no will to get off his spot, and so he shakes off dan's grip and invites him to sit down next to him.

"sit down, i need to talk to you," chris says, his voice small, and dan can instantly feel the alcohol in his system being replaced by worry at chris' demeanour, and he quickly settles down next to him, their arms pressed together and their knees touching.

"what's up?" dan's hand reaches forward to grip chris', in order to comfort him and bring at least some sort of emotion on his bland face, and chris' simply purses his lips and breathes out loud.

"phil is cheating on you," he says, the words sounding ridiculous as they fall off his tongue and more so when dan shifts back from him, his hand leaving chris' as he wears a confused expression on his face.

"what?" the way dan says the word takes everything in chris to not comfort him. it is laced with so much emotion, so much confusion and just plain hurt, and he watches silently as the colour drains from dan's previously pink cheeks.

"he, i, i'm sorry dan," chris sighs and dan just shakes his head, pushing away chris' hand violently when it tries to grip his in a comforting gesture.

"how do you know? what the hell are you talking about? phil can never do that, you're lying," dan rambles, his thoughts meddling together and clinking so loudly in his brain that it causes an unfamiliar ache to arise within his head, moisture rising to the brim of his eyes as he thinks about what chris said. this can't be true. phil cannot cheat on him.

"i wish i was lying," chris bites his lip, running his hand through the front of his hair to push them back off his forehead. "he's sleeping with one of my friends, you know pj don't you?"

"no, no no no, chris please tell me you're lying this can't be-how," dan is shaking now, tears falling rapidly down his cheeks and washing away any remainders of happiness that the success of the rotary event brought, all his attention, all his mind, all his heart focused on one single thought.

phil is cheating on me.

the thought had never ever made an appearance in dan's head since the time when phil left him at an unfamiliar hotel, but today the pain was greater than that. that time dan was questioning it, it could be just a possibility, but today, dan knows it's true, and the thought of another person touching phil, phil himself touching another person, it was just too much to handle.

"dan, babe, please don't cry, i'm so sorry," chris mumbles hopelessly, his heart almost as broken as dan as he shifts towards the brunette boy, wrapping his arm around dan's shoulder and pulling him to his chest, dan burying his face in chris' white shirt and staining the fabric with wet patches.

"how can he do this? i love him, i love him so much and he just, i don't know what to do chris," dan's voice is cracking with each and every word, and after a few seconds he pulls away from chris, resting his back against the cold tiled wall and heaving out a sigh.

"you know what?" dan regains himself slightly, trying to collect his composure and focusing his attention on his tongue so he doesn't end up choking on the words. "if he can do it, i can do it too,"

"dan what are you sayi-" and before chris could finish, dan was grabbing the back of his neck and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

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