Phil Lester

"Are you okay?" PJ stands up from my bed, and places his hands on the back of my chair.

"Yes why do you ask?" I snap at him and he furrows his eyebrows. I am in a very bad mood.

"Because you are violently typing and it looks like you could set your computer on fire." He rolls his eyes and I sigh out loud. Dan shouldn't be affecting me that much that I turn into a mean person that everyone hates.

"Sorry," I mutter and PJ ruffles my hair slightly.

"It's okay, do you want to talk about it?" He asks me and I hesitantly shake my head.

"Okay, do you want popcorn?" He asks me, probably sensing my bad mood. Popcorn sounds like a good idea, it is the best comfort food.

"Thanks," I lean back into the chair and he smiles at me before going out of my room to the kitchen. I hear him clinking utensils and I shake my head. I pick my phone off the night stand, and press the power button only to discover one new text message.

From Unknown: what do you want to do about the project?

I am certain that it is Dan, but I don't feel like speaking to him. I have a massive headache and I'm sure talking to Dan will only magnify it. I ignore his message and place the phone back on the table. In less than a minute I hear my phone go off, and an unknown number on my screen.

Dan.

I sigh, knowing there is no benefit in ignoring him and pick up the phone pressing it to my hear.

"Uh, it's Dan." He speaks, and doesn't greet me with a hello like a normal person.

"Yeah?" I rub my temples feeling heat radiating off of me. I am going to be sick.

"Didn't you get my text?" He asks. His voice is soothing somehow. It's not as heavy as most guys but it is soothing in a strange way.

"No, I didn't check my phone," I lie. Events from today flood in my mind. One minute I am thinking about the way Dan kissed me, his moans replaying in my mind and the other my mind is imprinted with his messy hair and unzipped jeans caused by Jamie.

"Okay, so um, what do you want to do about the project?" He asks what he had in the text and I sigh out loud.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I ask him.

"I haven't thought about it," he says and that annoys me.

"So what you thought I was going to do all the work?" I snap. I know I am being harsh on him but he shouldn't have lead me on for no reason. How could he think I was up for a one night stand?

"No I didn't, what is wrong with you?" I can sense the edge in his voice as PJ enters the room.

"I made us popcorn," PJ sings, placing a bowl on the table in front of me.

"Nothing is wrong with me," I mutter and hear Dan sigh on the line.

"Look there are only two days, tomorrow and then the weekend. I reckon we should plan it tomorrow, or today, whatever suits you." He says and I think about it for a moment before answering.

"Tomorrow?" I suggest. I am not even remotely in the mood to be social today.

"My place or yours?" He asks and I gulp. I want to say my place because I will have the upper hand here but if he comes here I can't ask him to leave. Whereas if I go to his place, and hypothetically something happens, I can easily leave.

"Yours," I finally answer and end the call, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.