7:30

 It had been two hours, and Phil was still asleep. Dan had spent his time pacing the flat, turning on the lights when it had started getting dark.

  Why is he sleeping so long? He said he was only taking a nap. These are the thoughts that plagued him all evening.

  7:35 pm

  Dan went into the kitchen, deciding to go ahead and get some food. Otherwise, he would just go to bed without eating. Opening the fridge, he pulled out some ingredients and started tossing them all together into a pan. He usually didn't bother with cooking, but he was too anxious and had to do something to keep busy.

  Once finished, Dan sat at the table and started shoveling food into his mouth, not even registering the taste.

  7:45

  Dan took a shower.

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  At 8:00 pm, Dan decided to go and wake Phil up because he didn't like being in the  flat alone.

  He walked into the bedroom and gasped.

  Phil was laying in only his boxers, the covers tangled at his feet. He was facing the door and Dan watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically. His dark black hair covered half of his sleeping face.

  How the hell is he so sexy asleep? Dan thought. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed next to him and bury his face into that black hair.

  At that point, Dan didn't care anymore. Taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he slid in next to Phil and pulled the covers over both of them, hesitating before slowly wrapping his arms around him.

  Phil groaned, and Dan tensed up.

  "Dan?" Phil said, slow and tired. "What're you doin'?"

  Hell, that was sexy. "I just...um." he stuttered. Phil sat up and Dan did the same, dropping his arm from Phil's waist. Phil rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Sorry for waking you." Dan mumbled. Phil smiled.

  "Don't worry about it, but... why are you in here with me? Not being rude or anything, just.. "

  Dan sighed. "Yeah, well, uh... see, you know how I told you I don't like the dark? Well, it's more like... I'm scared of the dark, Phil. Really scared." He had to come up with something, he didn't want to seem like a creep. He closed his eyes and waited for Phil to say something, anything.

  After a moment, he said, "It's okay, Dan, I'm not gonna judge you."

  "I wasn't worried about that, it's just, I didn't want to seem silly, a 20 year old man scared of the dark. I mean, I used to sleep in my parents bed until I was 18." That was the truth, but he had no idea why he had told Phil.

  Phil laughed. "Hey, I'm 22, and I'm scared of horror movies. We've all got secrets, nothing to be shamed of."

  Dan smiled at him. "You're literally the only person who's understood. Most people just... tease me about it."

  Phil smiled back, then laid back onto the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. "Well, come on then. I was having a nice dream before you came and woke me up." he giggled.

  Dan crawled under the blanket as well, curled up in the warmth of Phil's body heat. Dan was just drifting off when he felt an arm wrap around his hips. He tensed up as Phil's body came closer to his, his breath fanning across Dan's shoulder blades.

  "Sorry." Phil whispered. "It's just more comfortable this way."

  Dan swallowed. "It's fine." he rasped. It was actually amazing, having Phil this close to him. His chest was touching Dan's back, and their feet were tangled up too.

  Smiling sleepily, he grabbed Phil's hand and drifted off into sleep. It was definitely Phil that was messing up his sleep schedule, but maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

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  Dan woke up to his phone ringing from the living room. It was still pretty dark outside, so it must have been really early.

  He tried to climb out of bed, but stopped when he remembered that Phil was curled up around him. He smiled, then gently removed Phil's arm so he could answer the phone.

  Stumbling into the living room, he grabbed his phone off the table and saw that it was PJ calling... at 4 in the morning. He answered.

  "What the fuck, PJ. It's too early for this."

  "D-Dan? Hey, sorry, I know it's early, I just... needed to talk." PJ sniffed, and Dan realized that he was crying.

  "Peej, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you alright?" Dan questioned.

  "No, I'm not." He sobbed quietly, "Can you come over? I don't want to be alone..."

  "I can't just leave, PJ. It's 4 am, and Phil's still here, I don't -"

  PJ cut him off. "Wait, Phil stayed over? You guys didn't get too naughty, did you?" he giggled. It was nice to know he still had his sense of humor.

  "Shut up, I'll be over in half an  hour."

  "Thanks, Dan, you're the best." PJ said, then hung up. Dan yawned and started getting ready, pulling on some clothes and leaving Phil a note in case he woke up. Then, grabbing his keys and phone, he headed over to PJs house.

  What could have possibly reduced PJ to tears? He was always very happy, laughing and smiling. Maybe it had something to do with Chris? He hoped not, but it was the most likely reason.

  It was warm outside, and Dan was glad. He couldn't enjoy it though, he was hurrying through the streets to get to PJs as fast as possible. He didn't like the idea of one of his friends getting hurt in any way.

  After about 15 minutes, he reached PJs door, and he pressed the doorbell repeatedly.

  "Calm down, I'm coming!" Shouted PJ, as he swung open the door. He looked horrible. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his shirt wrinkled and his hair was a mess. "Hey Dan." he said softly. Dan immediately hugged him, and they stood like that in PJs doorway.

  "What's the matter PJ? Why the hell are you crying?" Dan asked and PJ laughed weakly.

  "Come on, I'll tell you inside." They walked into the flat and into the living room, sitting on the couch. PJ instantly started crying again and Dan rubbed his back, trying to comfort him.

  "Well, uh... after I left your place, I went to Chris's house. You know, just to hang out. We were playing some video games, like always. I was teasing him, cause he kept losing. He looked so adorable, every time he lost he would pout. After another round, I was teasing him again, and he said I was the worst friend ever, teasingly, of course. It made my heart hurt, him saying we were just friends. So I told him. I told him I like him, that I have for a while. He didn't say anything, didn't look at me. I said his name, told him to say something. He said, 'I think you should leave, PJ.' So I did. I've screwed up so bad, Dan, he's never gonna talk to me again! He hates me." He flung himself into Dan's arms, sobbing loudly.

  "He doesn't hate you, Peej. He was just shocked, I'm sure you'll be fine in no time."

PJ shook his head. "You weren't there, Dan. You should have seen his face."

  Dan wrapped his arms around the crying boys neck and rested his chin in his hair. He just knew Chris was the reason for PJ crying. He didn't hate him for it, but he could have been more gentle about it.

  "Do you like me, Dan?" PJ asked suddenly. Dan chuckled.

  "Course I do, Peej. I just-"

  He was cut off as PJ suddenly crashed his lips against Dan's. Dan was shocked, and he didn't pull away at first. PJ pushed him backwards onto the couch, laying on top of him, still kissing him intensely. That was when Dan came to his senses.

  "What the hell, PJ?" he said, pushing him away. PJ stared down at him, his eyes filled with desperation and his face still wet with tears. They were both out of breath.

  "Dan." PJ whispered. "Dan, I'm sorry, I just....I need this. I can't deal with it, this aching in my chest. Please, just let me have this, just to relieve the pain." His voice was hoarse and Dan was torn. He didn't want to betray Phil, who would probably be waiting for him.

  Who am I kidding? Phil didn't like him, and he never would. He was only kidding himself. And... PJ was broken. He needed Dan to fix him, and so he would.

  Dan reached up and pulled PJs lips back to his, kissing him eagerly. He let all the sadness out, from Phil not liking him, from being so stupid about thinking he did. His fingers curled up in PJs hair and he deepened the kiss.

  PJ moaned as Dan slowly used his tongue to push past PJs lips and into his mouth. PJ ran his hands down Dan's body, pushing his shirt aside and sliding his hands over his stomach. Dan bit PJs bottom lip, and he groaned, digging his fingers into Dan's chest.

  PJ broke away from the kiss, but only to start kissing Dan's jaw and neck. Dan moaned and started to rub his hands over PJs back.

  "Phil... "