Dan's P.O.V
I walked across the living room, quietly, trying not to disturb Phil as he recorded his newest video down the hall. I flopped into the sofa crease and turned on the tv, watching anime. I hear Phil finish up and walk out of his room, watching his face fall. "DAN! You were watching DDLC without me??" I laugh and press restart on the episode, and Phil drops down on the couch next to me. He brushes my arm with his hand and my heart flutters, but I don't show it. I blush as he smiles at me, grinning back at him and turning up the volume and snuggling into the couch. Later that day I pull out my phone and call for pizza, as Phil looks at me questioningly and I nod and mouth "Pizza!" He smiles and we wait together and I grab the kettle and heat it on the stove. "Making tea Dan?" I hear from the other room. "Yeah want some?" I respond. "Yes pleeease!!" Phil responds. The doorbell rings and Phil stands up and opens the door "Oh my god!" I hear from the other room "I'm sorry I'm just the pizza delivery but I'm a huge fan!! Can I get a photo?" I walk out and smile as she gasps and I laugh. I stand next to Phil, doing awkward peace signs and she hands the pizza over, and I give her a twenty. The door closes and I giggle, smiling at Phil as he brings the pizza into the main room. I bring the tea in and we continue watching anime. After a few hours, the pizza is all gone and Phil is asleep on the couch. I look at Phil's sleeping face and smile. I pick him up softly, and his hand slips off his chest but I catch it, and hold it. I lightly set him down on his bed, and stand by the door, but the second he begins to move I dash out. He can't know. He can't know. He'd hate me and I'd have to move out and ughhhh No one knew. And I'd like it to stay that way. I changed into some black and white pajama pants and a white shirt. I start thinking and my mind drifts to a darker time.
~FLASH BACK~
"Um Ryan? Can we talk?" I say, worried and scared. "Yeah sure what Dan." Ryan says, concerned, and looks up from his book. "I, um, I think I like you. And I think I'm gay." Ryan stands up, backing away. "Daniel James Howell don't joke about that." I shyly look down and say "I don't think I'm joking either." He comes closer, hand reaching for my face, but smacks me instead. "That's disgusting." I storm off, swearing never to tell anyone again.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
I wake up in a sweat, panicked and scared. I calm down and brush my fluffy curls out of my face as I try to drift back off to sleep
