Dan P.O.V

I arrived at the flat with Phil, my face hurt like heck. "Phil, my face hurts." I whined. He chuckled some before grabbing an ice pack, "Here, keep this on your head." he instructed which I did. I still feel them hitting me here and there, I jerk randomly sometimes remembering it. Phil is worried about me, I know he is. But honestly, he owes me nothing, I should have kept trying to find him. He was ashamed about thinking I was with some girl or something, which I would never do to him. I know we are just friends, but It still doesn't make it right. "Phil, if I had a girlfriend. Would you be jealous?" I asked bursting Phil out of his silence. His face turned red, he knew he was blushing so he covered his face. "Well?" I asked. "Dan, I'd be happy for you. Unless the girl is a complete jerk, then that is a different story." Phil finally replied. I took his hands off his face and smiled at him. "Don't worry, I doubt I'll get a girlfriend anytime soon." I insured him. "Well, I don't want you being forever alone." he sighed rubbing his hair. I smirked, "Who said I was gonna be alone?" Phil's cheeks turned bright red, "W-what do you mean?" he asked me. "I mean, what if I won't be alone?" I smirked more. "Dan, are you like planning to get a girlfriend after just speeching to me about never getting a girlfriend?" he rolled his eyes. "No you nugget!" I pushed him a bit. "Daniel, your logic makes no sense." which he was right about.

Don't do it...

Don't do it!

DAN?!

I began leaning in.

DANIEL WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
YOU'RE GONNA MESS UP EVERRRYTHINNNNG!

DAN!

DAN NO!

NIENE!

WHY AM I GERMAN IN MY HEAD?

DAN NOOOOOOO!

My mind screamed at me, when I realized he was leaning also. My mind fanboyed, like hard core fanboyed. Until the door opened, "Hi Dan just wanted to make sure you and Phil were home sa-" Louise dropped her StarBucks coffee. Me and Phil glanced at her both of us thinking.

I want to murder you.

She winked and walked out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that." I announced. "It's okay." Phil insured. That's when I began rambling about how stupid I was. "Phil, I am an idiot for doing that and I messed up everyt-" I didn't stop because I wanted to, I stopped because Phil kissed me.

PHIL KISSED ME! PHILLIP MICHEAL LESTER IS KISSING ME!

I pushed him off in utter shock. "Phil?!" I realized what just happened. "Sorry..." he mumbled before turning away. I grabbed his shoulder, "Don't be."