What if...

Chapter 2

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What if...

Chapter 2

Dan's POV

I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. The only memories I had were of going to the house party and nothing else after that. I must have got pissed off my ass. I groan and roll over, not expecting to feel something warm and breathing right next to me. My eyes shot open and I was blinded by the light coming into the room for a second. I look over and I see someone lying in bed next to me. Saying I freaked out would be an understatement.

I yelp and scoot back, ending up falling off of the bed with a thud. I, thankfully, took some of the blanket with me. I then realize I was completely naked. Oh no. Oh god. Who did I take home last night? Was Phil up? Oh no. Oh shit. This wasn't happening. I look at the blanket and made another really horribly realization. This was Phil's duvet. It was bright, with blue and green on it. Mine was as black as my soul. I was in Phil's room as well. That's when I heard a groan come from the bed. Shit.

I scramble to my feet and quickly find my boxers. Putting them on, I look at the bed and see Phil, who had rolled over and was in the weirdest position imaginable. He was still asleep, thankfully. I began to think quickly.

Shit, what the fuck happened last night? Did we actually...? The slight uncomfortable feeling in my backside confirmed this. Fuck! Was I really Phil's bitch last night? No! That can't be! I have more self control than that! I know I do. I didn't understand how this could have happened but now that I think about it, it made perfect sense. I was usually either the giggly drunk or the horny drunk. Apparently, last night it was the latter.

I quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I could smell Phil on me. Not that he smelled bad. I just couldn't wrap my head around this. What was going to happen now? It was going to so awkward, knowing I had done that with my BEST FRIEND. And I had to admit, I wasn't as tense anymore. I felt...satisfied. As much as I hated to admit it.

I got in the shower as soon as it got warm and began scrubbing. I wanted to feel offended, or violated or something. But I actually felt fine. I felt like nothing had changed but if felt weird just knowing I got laid last night. By Phil no less.

I began to wash when I started to get flash backs of what happened last night. Phil helping me home, getting in the flat, then...oh God. I find myself blushing as the memories flood back. I try to block them out but they just keep coming. I arch my back and let out a breathy moan as I remember the feeling of Phil inside of me, hitting that spot just right...

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I jump and almost slip in the shower. Shit, was I seriously hard right now? Nope, nope nope. Think of something else! Quick!

"Dan? Are you okay in there?" I hear Phil say from on the other side of the door.

"U-uh. Yeah I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute!" I shout over the shower. I couldn't tell Phil that I remembered practically everything we did last night. I just couldn't.

I washed the rest of my body, trying to get rid of the massive headache I had. It wasn't working of course. I was wondering when I was going to throw up. It usually happened every time I drank over my limit. I get out of the shower and realize I didn't bring any clothes in with me. Well fuck.

I slowly open the door and creep out. I was about to dash for my room when I bump into Phil, causing the most manliest scream ever to come out of my throat. Phil starts to laugh almost hysterically while I was standing there, wet and in just a towel, with a hand on my chest like I was having a heart attack.

"Damn it Phil! Why do you insist on sneaking around all the fucking time?! Jesus Christ." I said, panting slightly from the scare. He looks at me and laughs again, but this time I join in. He then looks at my neck and chest, bites his lip and blushes before turning away.

"Uh...I'm going to go...make breakfast." Phil says and heads off towards the kitchen. I stare at him for a moment before I realize something, I hadn't looked in the mirror at all. Now I was kind of scared to look. I could only imagine what kind of marks Phil had left on me last night. Now that I think about it, my neck did hurt a bit.

I walked into my room and shut the door, feeling rather exhausted. I look in my huge mirror and gasp. There were lovebites all over my neck and some on my chest. Even a few bite marks as well. I blush. Last night must have been pretty damn amazing. If only it wasn't Phil who had caused me to feel that good.

Phil's POV

I think he remembers what happened last night. I can't tell, though. He seems out of it. Which is understandable. I'll understand if he hates me. He will probably confront me about it later after he sees all of the marks I left on him. In retrospect, he left some on me too. And scratches. I could still feel the stinging on my back. I think he might have broken skin last night. I smile at the thought.

I got dressed after not finding Dan next to me. I assumed he would be in the bathroom so I checked on him. He said he would be out in a minute so I left the hallway and went back into my room and picked up all of the clothes that were scattered all over the floor. I sighed and put them in the laundry.

I walked back out and ran into Dan. He gave a loud screech of fear and jumped back from me. I couldn't help but laugh at his girly scream. I kept laughing even when he was yelling at me. Then he finally joined in and laughed with me. It was a good few seconds of joy until I look at his neck and chest. I bite my lip unconsciously and blush. I mumbled that I was going to make breakfast and walked into the kitchen.

I started to make some toast and some horrible thoughts start to fill my head. What if he wants to move out? What if he leaves and I never see him again? What if Dan hates me for what we did? A bunch of 'what if's' filled my mind and I felt like I could start crying. I didn't want Dan to leave. I stop my thoughts as I hear Dan come down. Oh no. He sounds angry the way he is stomping down the stairs. I really hope he isn't angry with me. But then again, he has every right to be.