Truth or dare 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 1 Sick

A/N if you haven't read the first 'truth or dare' do that before you read this story, it will make a lot more sense, then if you were to read this one first, love you snowflakes xx ❤️😊

Dan's POV

My body shook violently as Vomit burned its way up my throat and into the toilet. It was about 7:30 am on August 10th and it was the 9th day in a row I've been puking my guts out in the morning and sometimes throughout the entire day. We only just got back from playlist live two weeks ago and I've been feeling sick since then. At first I was just really tired, but now I'm throwing up all the time and, um, my nipples have been sore. I'm not an idiot. I know what this probably means, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let Phil know. Aw Phil. He's currently asleep in my bed as I throw my guts up, but that's how I want it. I don't want him noticing these symptoms because, if he doesn't want a baby, I'm not ready to be rejected. Today, though, wasn't my lucky day. As I started coughing an a rather painful bit of vomit I heard a knock at the door.

"Boobear, are you okay?"

"Shit," I muttered, "yeah Phil I'm fine."

"Yeah right," Phil said, as I once again stuck my head in the bowl.

I could hear the door open and then water running. A moment later I felt something cool being pressed up against the back of my neck. I felt Phil set down next to me and wrap his arms around me. I relaxed into his touch until my body decided it had one last thing of vomit to get out of my system. When I was finally done I flushed the toilet and shakily got up, with Phil's help. I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. Putting the cup of water in the microwave, I was to lazy to get the kettle out, I turned to see Phil looking at me with a worried expression.

"You alright Phil?" I laughed at his expression.

"Dan I think the question is, are you alright?" He frowned, "You have dark circles under your eyes, you're obviously extremely tired all the time, and now I catch you throwing up. Be honest, is this the first day you threw up?"

"No it's not," I said, looking down at the floor.

"How long has this been going on?" Phil asked.

I grabbed my cup from the microwave and put my tea packet in it before responding.

"Just 9 days," I mumbled, but sadly Phil heard.

"9 days and you haven't told me!?" Phil half shouted and I flinched slightly.

"I'm sorry Phil ," I sighed, "I was just worried you'd leave me."

"Dan why would I leave you because you're sick?" Phil asked.

"Because I don't think I'm sick Phil ," I frowned.

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, confused.

"Think about it Phil. I've been super tired, I've been throwing up every morning, and, erm, my nipples are really sore. Doesn't that sound like something other than illness?"

For a moment Phil continued to look confused, but then his jaw dropped.

"You mean," he gasped, "you think you're...pregnant!?"

Tears began to gather in my eyes and I nodded.

"Yes phil," I sighed, "I think I might be. I understand if you don't want to be with me now. I wouldn't either. I'm just a freak who doesn't deserve some-"

I was cut off my Phil's lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around Phil's neck. Phil's arms went to my waist and his tongue licked my lips, begging for me to let him in. Of course I let him and soon we were engaged in a decent make out session. When we pulled away we were both smiling, but then my nerves kicked in again.

"I take it you're not going to leave me?" I smiled.

"Of course not Dan," Phil smiled, "I would never leave you. I love you so much and I'm here for you whether you're pregnant or just sick."

"Thank you," I said, tears spilling down my cheeks, "I love you so much."

"I love you too boobear," Phil said, "how are we going to find out if you're pregnant? Should we call Dr. Jonhanssen's office?"

"I definitely think we might need to, but first I want to buy a pregnancy test and take it so I don't waste Dr. Johanssen's time," I told him.

"But what if someone sees you?" Phil asked.

"Then they see me, so what?" I laughed, "I honestly don't care. I'll make something up."

"Fine," Phil agreed, "but I'm going with you."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Dan, this might be our child. I want to be apart of everything. Including buying the pregnancy test. In fact," he smirked, "I want you to stay here and I'll go buy the tests."

"Phil," I argued, "I can do it. You don't need to."

"Too bad," he said, "because I'm going."

Without giving me a chance to argue he grabbed his keys, put his shoes on, and slipped a jumper on since all he was wearing were pajama pants and I'm not even sure why he was wearing those, and walked out the door.