Amazing Dan (Phan)

Hungover

~Dan's Pov~

I woke up with my head throbbing. I winced and looked around, slowly realizing that I wasn't in my room. "What the?" I looked around, not finding Phil anywhere. I stumbled out of bed and found him asleep on the floor. I shook him gently. He made a funny noise, then he sat up and rubbed his eyes. His eyes found mine and he smiled sleepily.

"Good morning Daniel," he said yawning.

"Phil, why didn't you just sleep on the couch or my bed? Your back probably feels like crap right now." He stretched, making his back crack very audibly.

"I was just making sure you were okay. You hit your head pretty hard last night. Oh, and I dragged you all the way home, so you're welcome." I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. He didn't have to go out of his way for me.

"I'm sorry Phil. I shouldn't have drank as much as I did. Here, get into bed and I'll make breakfast."

"It's okay. Any cereal we have is fine." he said pulling the covers onto him. I watched him doze off. It didn't take him long to start snoring.

"Oh geez," I chuckled, and walked into the living room. I sat on the couch and started thinking. What happened last night? I vaguely remember someone in bed with me. I'm sure it was here, but Phil would've told me that I had brought someone home. Phil slept with me? No, he couldn't have. Could he? My brain then remembered to start thinking realistically. He's not interested Dan. Get over it.

"But I can't." I mumbled. The shower started running and I walked to the room.

"That wasn't a very long nap, now was it?" I asked Phil, who was sitting on the bed trying to get his shirt off.

"I have to get ready." He said pulling his shirt over his head. I was trying extremely hard to keep my eyes on his face. He started fumbling with his belt, sliding his pants down past his hips. Just as the blush started appearing, I blurted out.

"Why do you need to get ready?" Maybe he had a date. My heart sank. That makes sense. I mentally scolded myself. What did I tell you Dan? He doesn't love you.

"Pj and Chris are coming over! I can't exactly greet them looking hungover like you." he teased. I felt lighter.

"Oh thank god," I whispered to myself. I scurried to my room and got dressed.

Phil was out of the shower, so we sat and watched Sherlock. We watched the very first episode.

"JOHNLOOOCK!" he screamed pointing at the television screen. I watched as he was enveloped by a wave of feels. He ships johnlock? No stupid that doesn't make him gay. Everybody enjoys a good gay ship right? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the front door. Phil shot up and opened it.

"Hayyy booiiiiizzzz!" Chris shouted quite fabulously, giving Phil an air kiss on both cheeks. I felt a ping of jealously rattle through me. Chris looked at my clenched fists and took a half step away from Phil. "Jealous much?" He blew me a kiss and sat on our couch. Pj followed him, then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Phil smirk.