Playing With Fire || d.h

29. Friends

Dan's POV

"She's been in the kitchen awhile now, it doesn't take this long to get a drink," Phil says worriedly.

"I'll go see what she's up to," I reply, placing the slice of pizza I was working on back in the box, and walking out of the lounge and into the kitchen. However, once I reach there, (Y/n)'s nowhere to be found. I turn in a circle, as if she might be hiding in a corner or something. When I do that, I suddenly hear coughing and gagging coming from the bathroom. I walk up to the door cautiously. (Y/n)'s throwing up violently.

Hesitantly, I knock on the door. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she moans tiredly from the other side of the door. "I think I just... ate too much."

I don't know what to think. She hasn't been eating a ton lately, so the sudden change of eating that much would probably make anyone sick. "Do you need anything?" I ask.

"No, I'm fine," she replies. "I'll be out in a minute or two." I hesitate at the door, not knowing what to say or do. Finally, realizing I have no idea how to help her, I walk back to the lounge.

"Where is she?" Phil asks as I sit back down on the edge of the couch.

"She got sick in the bathroom," I reply, monotonously.

"Oh, damn, that sucks," Phil says sadly. However, part of me worries there's more to it than just her overeating.

After a few minutes she walks back into the lounge. Or should I say, stumbles into the lounge. I instinctively stand up, and as I do, I notice as she looks at me, her eyes unfocus, and she's swaying slightly on her feet.

"(Y/n)?" I ask worriedly, stepping closer to her. As I do, her eyes suddenly roll back into her head, and her legs give way. She collapses, and luckily I'm close enough to catch her.

"Oh, my god!" Phil exclaims as I pick her up awkwardly and lie her down on the loveseat. Panic sets in, and I realize I have no bloody idea what to do.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!" I call her name as I stupidly shake her shoulder, trying to wake her up. Luckily, after only a few seconds, she comes to.

"Oh, my god," I moan, filled with relief. Even with her eyes open, it takes a moment for them to focus on me.

"Dan..." she breathes so silently I don't even know how I heard it. She gazes into my eyes as I brush a strand of hair off her face.

Suddenly, I hear Phil clear his voice behind me. I turn to look at him, and notice his eyebrows both raised. I quickly push myself away from (Y/n). Way to not be obvious, you idiot.

Your POV

I come to, lying down somewhere unknown. Even though I'm awake, it takes me a minute to realize where I am, and refocus my eyes. I see the familiar chocolate eyes hovering above me, blazing with concern.

"Dan..." I breath, and his eyes crinkle with relief. I gaze into his eyes, and calmly he brushes a bit of my hair away from my face, his touch filling me with mental repose.

Someone clears their throat from behind Dan, and as he realizes someone is watching from behind him, he quickly separates himself from me. As he moves out of the way, Phil reveals himself from behind him, still staring at Dan with an unreadable expression.

"What...what happened?" I whisper, slowly pushing myself to a sitting position.

Dan and Phil both glance at me, with looks that make me feel like a child with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. What did I do?

"You passed out," Phil says, almost numbly. Fuuuuuck.

"You need to eat something, at least something small," Dan says, and gets up and walks out of the lounge. I look at Phil, and see he's still staring at me suspiciously.