mnemophobia | dh + pl

twelve

a/n: I feel like I apologize for a chapter being late at the beginning of every chapter rip

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dan's pov

I blinked groggily at the light, pulling the covers closer to me. Reaching blindly over to my bedside table, I struggled to find my phone. I was quickly distracted from my task when I realized I wasn't in my room. I wasn't wearing my clothes either. I tried to push myself up but was met with a wave of nausea and a throbbing head.

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that." I looked up. Phil was leaning against the door frame, giving me a lazy smile. You were pretty wasted last night."

I tried sitting up again, slower this time. "How did I get here?"

"I called us an Uber after you passed out. I was too tired to get you back to your apartment, so I just brought you here. You were only conscious long enough to change into pajamas before you passed out again." Phil paused. "I slept on the couch, by the way. Wasn't sure how you would feel about sharing a bed."

I raised my eyebrows. Although I knew Phil was a nice guy, his cocky and flirtatious attitude often made me forget how well-mannered he could be. "Oh. Thanks."

Phil smiled, nodding his head. "Do you want breakfast?"

I nodded. I started to get out of bed, but Phil quickly stopped me.

"I'll bring you something. You're hungover and I don't trust you to not throw up on my carpet."

I gladly sunk back into the pillows, my gaze following Phil as he began to leave. "Phil?" I called out. He paused. "How come I'm so hungover but you're not?"

The corner of Phil's mouth turned up in a smirk. "Because I'm not a light-weight."

...

Phil sat the tray down on my lap, stepping back and looking at me expectantly.

My stomach growled loudly as I looked down at the dish. Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and an assortment of fruit were heaped onto the plate.

I looked up at him in surprise. "You made all this?"

He shrugged. "I didn't know what you liked."

I turned back to my food, eagerly taking a bite. "Oh my gosh..." I moaned, "This is amazing!"

Phil smiled with satisfaction, sitting next to me on the bed. "Glad you like it."

Phil did most of the talking as I scarfed down my food, my hangover weakening with every bite.

"I'm making Liam cover my shift today, I really don't feel like working," Phil muttered, gazing out the window at the pouring rain. "Are you gonna take the day off?"

I swallowed the food in my mouth. "Probably. I have an employee working part-time, hopefully, she can work today..." I glanced around the room. "Where's my phone?"

Phil grabbed the device off the nightstand, tossing it to me. "Oh, yeah. You have about a million texts from Ian asking where you are and if you were okay. I would have let him know but, you know, passwords."

Sure enough, my lock-screen was flooded with texts.

Ian: Where are you? It's late

Ian: ???

Ian: Are you still with Phil?

Ian: Are you spending the night?

Ian: Dan?