dan's pov
i sat down with a box of chocolate and curled up under some blankets with phil as he held the remote and flipped through the channels and put his arm around me. i rested my head on his shoulder and grabbed a piece of chocolate, and help it up for him. he took the piece from my hand and smiled as he chewed. i giggled a bit and held another piece by his mouth and put it his mouth and then grabbed a piece for myself and ate it. "what are we watching?"
phil's pov
Last night, I remembered thinking this was gonna be a great day, we both woke up curled up on the couch, the blankets had fallen off but Dan was still resting his head against my shoulder.
I don't know what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, after I've decided to wake Dan up by slightly nudging him, he woke up after some mumbled protests, looked around to realize (just as I had) that he fell asleep on the couch as well then looked back at me like I'd done something wrong.
Before I knew it, he was sliding from under my arm, walking towards his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
Maybe I did something wrong without knowing...?
I tried to remember something, anything from last night that I might've done wrong without noticing, but came up with nothing.
I spared a second glance at the still shut door that lead to Dan's room, I could almost still hear the echo of it slamming shut and it hurt, but also confused me as well.
dan's pov
i sat on my bed and huffed. i layed back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, a mixture of sadness and anger in my chest. it made my heart hurt and my head ache. i grabbed something and threw it at the floor, causing it to break with a loud crashing sound. i sat back down on the bed, my back facing my bedroom door as i put my face in my hands and sighed. i clenched my fists and just sat there silently, thinking.
phil's pov
I heard something bang against the closed door then break, it sounded like glass and before I knew it I was on my feet and knocking against the door.
"Dan, what happened?" I asked, voice wavering with concern "are you hurt?"
I heard a sigh from the other side and then a reply came:
"I'm fine! go away!" and it was angry, which made absolutely no sense to me still, everything was going fine, why did he act so different all of a sudden?
the door then opened, which made me jump a bit because I didn't hear Dan's footsteps.
"I- heard a-" I stammered, because nervousness was beginning to take control over my actions and confusion made me scared.
"leave me alone." he said, and I could see it for a brief moment, that he was hurt too, I could always see it when he was, but this time I hadn't the slightest bit of a clue what I might've done.
Before I was able to form a coherent sentence the door was slammed shut again, if I knew I had done something wrong and Dan needed his space I would've backed away instantly, but I didn't have an explanation...
dan's pov
i layed back down on the bed, my back facing the door again as i curled up and tears of anger and sadness filled my eyes. i looked at the glass shattered on the floor and decided that i needed to clean it up. i stood up again and walked to my bedroom door, about to grab the handle when i paused and listened carefully to see if i could hear phil outside my door. i didn't hear anything and decided it was safe to go find something to clean up the mess i made. i opened the door and saw phil standing there, still looking sad with tears in his eyes. i rolled my eyes and huffed, shoving past him and going down into the kitchen.
phil's pov
I followed Dan into the kitchen after noticing the shards of glass all over the floor. He was ignoring me, probably hoping his silent treatment would make me 'leave him alone' as he had asked but he rolled his eyes again when he saw me standing by the doorway and resumed opening the cabinets and closing them again, apparently looking for something.
"Dan," I started but my voice cracked horribly, I coughed, willing myself to not sound broken as I asked:
"what did I do?"
Dan didn't answer, he opened the same drawer about three times in a row before sighing loudly and making for the door where I still stood.
"move." He said and I was tempted to just stay there a little longer in order to get the answers I needed, and deserved. But instead, my feet decided to take a few steps back, then watch Dan as he walked to his room again.
I noticed that my vision wasn't so blurry anymore, then wiped at the wetness on my cheek before following Dan to his room.
"Dan, talk to me, please!" I begged, I was close to a full on crying fit by now but he was too busy collecting the shards of glass with... his bare hands!
"Dan! you're gonna hurt yourself!" I exclaimed, grabbing hold of his wrist to pull it away, there were already small cuts bleeding on his fingers but the only thing that seemed to bother him at the moment was my presence.
He pulled his hand back and squinted his eyes at me.
"what is wrong with you?!" I asked, unable to stand the silence for any longer.
"what is wrong with me?!" he suddenly yelled, standing up, I did as well and moved backwards a bit; apparently I had said something I shouldn't have...
