Interior Design (Phan)

Stay With Me

(Warnings: I say wanking like twice, mentions of 'getting it on,' the fluffs) word count: 2004

*Dan's Point of View*

I should be in bed by now. It's past 11pm and still no Phil in sight. I'm getting a little worried about him, even though I shouldn't be. I mean, I guess I care about the kid, but i'd rather not be searching the woods in the middle of the fucking night. I regret telling him to get lost, that's the whole reason I'm here instead of sleeping. I have to be at work in less than 12 hours, and I don't want to spend my time searching for-"Dan!" I heard him shout. Thank god he noticed me, I'm 301% done with this kid. I reach out for his hand, and he pulls himself off the ground.

"You're lucky it didn't rain while you were out here." I said.

"Can I stay with you tonight" Phil asked, his eyes filled with tears and it was clear that he had been crying.

"Jesus Christ, fine. But your sleeping on the floor, okay?"

"I'll take anything. I just don't want to be alone right now."

"Okay, whatever."

We arrived at my flat at half-past midnight. He ended up sleeping on the floor in my bedroom, while I took my own bed. Except, we didin't get much sleeping done.

"Dan,"

"What the fuck could you possibly want now, Phil? Iv'e already taken you inside my flat, what else do you want at one-in-the-fucking-moring?" I asked groggily, I want sleep, not to talk to Phil. That can wait till tomorrow. Phil goes quiet, just for a second before asking something else. Does this kid have anything besides questions?

"Can I sleep in your bed with you?"

"No."

"Why not?" Because you already had me come pick you up in the middle of the fucking woods, you can rough it on the floor by yourself. I thought to myself, but i'd rather say it out loud.

"Fine. But no more talking, got it?" I said. All I want to do is sleep.

"I'll take it." Phil remarked, hauling himself into bed with me, and pulling the covers over his body. I can feel his eyes staring into the back of my neck, but i let it slide and fall asleep, hoping he does soon as well.

*Monday, Phil's Point of View*

I woke up next to Dan, which was surprising, but nice. Surprising, because he hadn't kicked me out of his flat, and nice because he was cute when he slept. Like, really cute. I jiggled his shoulder to wake him up, and he did, a bit angrier than I anticipated, but hey, he's awake now. He's awake. And I'm next to him. Shit.

After he yells at me for making him pick me up last night, were downstairs, dressed, and ready for breakfast. I had to borrow his clothes, which he didin't like very much, but his clothes smelled nice so it was A-Okay with me. Just as he was walking out the door, I grabbed his hand, and instantly regretted what I said next.

"Take the day off and stay with me, here?"

"No. I'm going to work, stay here, I don't give a shit." Ouch.

"Please?" I said, dragging out the last E.

"No." We went back and forth like this for about two minutes before he finally gave in.

"Fine, i'll stay with you today, but tomorrow we're both going to work, and no buts."

I said okay, then we stared at eachother for a few minutes, before one of us spoke up.

"Um, so, what do we do now?" I asked.

"Gee Phil, wouldn't that've been a great thing to ask yourself before you made me stay with you?"