dan's p.o.v
after a few hours the doorbell rang. "shit, it must be philip" i whispered to myself. i ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. i fixed my curls really quick and ran to the door.
i opened it to see a very tall pale boy. when he looked up from his phone i couldn't help but notice he had really pretty blue eyes. "hi" he said smiling. "hey" i said and we stood akwardly looking down. the line that separated the house from the outside was the only thing between us.
"uh-come in...if you want to" i said and stuttered a bit. "yeah sure" he walked in."soo" he started as he sat on the couch. "you left this at my flat" he giggled as he opened a paper bag and took the hoodie out. "yeah, thanks for bringing it back" i smiled.
"um...maybe you'd like to stay and watch tv?" i suggested nervously. the pale boy thought about it for a second. "sure, what do you feel like watching?" he said as showed him upstairs. "i don't know, something chill. maybe friends?" i said and opened the door of my bedroom for him. "yeah that'd be great" he looked at me with his big eyes.
we sat on the bed and i turned the tv on. he was watching quite focused but i just couldn't not look at him. i wondered why i was in his house last night. i hope nothing bad happened.
"is there something on my face?" he looked at me quite confused. "n-no why?" i asked. "you keep looking at me" he chuckled and i blushed. "its just i'm quite confused" i smiled. "what do you mean?" he sat facing me. "i mean i woke up in your room and i can't remember anything so i'm just a bit, i don't know, i feel a bit weird" i confessed looking down at my pale hands. "that's okay. i do remember yesterday actually" he looked down too. "y-you do?" i opened my eyes widely. he nodded in response. "so...what happened?" i bit the inside of my mouth. "uh i don't...um... well we met at howard's party. you had a lot of vodka. like a lot. i didn't really drink that much. you came up to me and started making really bad 'im trying to flirt but i'm shit at this' kind of jokes" he laughed to himself "so you gave me your number and we left the party a bit early. we got in your car and well... you sort of...um...how do i put this?... you kissed me basically and then well you drove to my place and we sort of kissed again...we made out and um...well one thing let to the other and i think you can guess what happened next" he didn't look at me the whole time he was telling me this stuff. "oh..." i said. "um...that's okay i guess... i'm sorry" i looked at him in the eyes. "no, don't apologize" he shrugged. "i'm sorry i was drunk" i kept apologizing. "no, that's alright. if you hadn't been drunk you probably wouldn't have kissed me in the first place" he laughed. "what do you mean?...philip, do you even have mirrors at home? i laughed too. "i do, its just i don't think you would have liked me sober" he looked at the tv. "you think that? well believe me, i like you already and i'm not drunk" i smiled. "you are not half bad yourself,daniel" he smiled back. "please call me dan" i said. "you can call me phil" he answered me.
