When In London - A Phanfic (BoyxBoy)

As I remembered Dan falling asleep next to me, I smiled, grabbing my glasses and rolling over to see his resting face, only to find with surprise and anguish that he was gone.
My grin immediately vanished, replaced with a grimace at myself; at how stupid I'd been to think that he'd actually ever stay in this place with me for longer than necessary. I thought back to the way he'd held me, the way our hands had intertwined so naturally without a second thought, the way he'd trailed his fingers up my arms before entangling them in my hair, leaving a trail of electricity in every single place he'd touched me. I swallowed hard against these thoughts, knowing that I was the only one that had interpreted them as such, and suddenly felt silly for thinking that we were more than friends. I remembered the song I’d listened in on last night, and wondered about it for a moment, deciding that it didn’t mean anything, that I didn’t mean anything.