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The annoying sound of the alarm clock woke Phil up from his slumber. He reached blindly for the 'Off' button on the alarm. After successfully finding the button, the raven haired boy returned to his blissful dream. One that he knew that would never happen in real life. However the dream did not last long. A sudden weight of the bed alerted Phil that he was not alone.

"Ppppphhhhhhiiiiiiiilllllllllllll!!!!!!!" Dan, his best friend/flatmate, yelled while perched on the edge of the bed.

"........no" Phil croaked out still half asleep.

The brunette sighed then got an idea. Dan stood up on the bed and started to jump up and down. Phil mumbled something that Dan was pretty sure was not English. The younger boy stopped jumping and pulled the blue and green bed sheets back on the sleeping lump that was his friend.

"Phil, you twit. Have you forgotten what today is?"

Phil finally sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his bright blue eyes. He then realised how close they were. With his breath hitched in his throat, he gave Dan a puzzled look.

"It's your birthday. And I thought I was forgetful." Dan chuckled.

Realization hit Phil. He hadn't even thought about today because of creating feelings. Just the thought of it made his wrists itch. He stared at the brown eyed boy in front of him with a blank expression.

"Hello! Earth to Phil" Dan yelled at the dazed boy while snapping his fingers.

"Huh? Oh.....sorry....." Phil blushed keeping his head down from the source of all of his feelings.

"It's ok" Dan smiled. He ruffled Phil's black hair. He left his hand there longer than a friend should. The brunette felt the awkward tension in the air as he quickly retracted his hand. With an awkward cough and a run to the back of his neck, Dan scurried out of the room to let Phil get ready and to make breakfast.

The older boy shuddered at the loss of contact. His blood still spiked. He mentally kicked himself for being so awkward. Sighing, Phil got up and walked to bathroom. After stripping down and letting the water warm up, he stepped into the shower. Instantly letting the water wash away his troubles. Ever since he met Dan, he knew he was special. Not just because he was attractive,scratch that, he was beautiful. With his feather soft straight brown hair that curled when in his sleep or when wet. His chocolate brown eyes that were so warm and inviting. His smile and dimples that came with it were just a couple things that Phil loved about Dan. The thing he loved the most was his personality. But there was one thing that prevented Phil from telling Dan how he felt. Dan was straight,and he himself was bi. Phil has only told his parents about his sexuality and they were fine with it. He could never tell Dan and risk their friendship because of his selfish feelings.

After getting out of the shower, the Phil dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist. He stared at his reflection, being disgusted of what he saw. Especially his arms, which were littered with cuts and scars. He started cutting about a year ago. Because a year ago Dan started dating Rachel and still are. He couldn't blame the younger boy for liking her so much. She was beautiful, but no one could ever compare to his Dan. But that's the thing Dan was not his and never will be. This made him want to add another cut to his pale skin. But he knew that he couldn't with Dan in the flat.

Hearing a loud noise from the kitchen, Phil quickly dressed wearing his laser cat shirt, black skiny jeans, and a pair of mismatch socks. Running into the kitchen, which was a complete mess, he found a very confused looking Dan who was covered in flour. The older lad couldn't help but laugh, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

"D-dan what d-did y-you do?" The raven haired boy said between breaths.

"Hey, I was trying to be nice and make pancakes for you, but it EXPLODED!" The brunette replied brushing some of the flour off, but that wasn't really helping at all.

After staring at each other, both of the boys busted out laughing. Finally calming down, the two starting cleaning up the destroyed kitchen. But being the prankster he is, Dan snuck into Phil's room filling Phil's hairdryer with the remaining flour. Then the younger lad snuck back into the kitchen without the other noticing.

With the kitchen somewhat fixed, Phil decided that tea and cereal would be the best. After starting the kettle, Phil realized his hair was still wet. He hadn't had any time to dry or straighten his hair because of this incident. Walking to his room, he passed a giggling Dan. He was confused but kept walking. He grabbed the hairdryer, that seemed heavier than usual, and held it up to his head. POOF A cloud of white bursted out, making Phil yelp and cough.

"Aah! DAN!" He yelled almost chocking.

The brown eyed boy poked his head through the door with a smirk. Seeing that his friend had fallen for his prank, made him laugh.

"Haha! You got floured!" Dan smiled, his dimples showing.

Seeing that smile made his anger for his friend vanished and replaced with smile. No matter how much his flatmate took advantage of his gullibleness, he could never stay mad at him. Dan was too loveable to hate.

After taking another shower, he dried and straightened his hair without being covered in flour. Somehow his cat shirt and jeans survived the flour attack and quickly putting the clothes back on. Remembering the tea, Phil ran to the kitchen turning off the kettle placing the tea bags in the coffee cups along with two bowls of Shreddies. His juggling and balancing skills played off. Phil walked into the lounge to find Dan already playing Sonic.

"Hey, Phil. Want to join me?" The younger asked the older boy, patting a spot next to him on the couch. Helping his friend with the breakfast.

Phil nodded, sitting next to Dan. The two sat there playing "impending doom" for what seemed like hours laughing, trying to mess the other up. The happy moment didn't last long. Dan's phone vibrated in his pocket. Checking the ID before answering.

"Hello?.....Hey babe.......sure........ be over soon.....love you too bye." Dan ended the call putting his phone back. Phil gave him a questioning look.

"Rachel is having problems with her car and needs me to drive her home."

"Yeah, sure...." Phil replied, trying his best not to sound too disappointed.

Noticing something wrong with his friend, Dan hugged Phil tightly. Then sudden contact made a slight blush creep on Phil's pale cheeks.

"I'll be back soon. I wouldn't miss your birthday." Dan told the raven haired lad squeezing his shoulders before letting go and heading toward the door.

As soon as Phil heard the click of the door, he ran into the bathroom, locking it behind him. Reaching deep inside the cabinet, finding what he was looking for. His razor blade. He studied it for a minute, watching how the light bounced of the blades that were stained with dried blood. Holding down to his left wrist, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for pain. Finally, he brought the blade down on his milky white skin, adding another cut to his scared arms. Wincing slightly, Phil continued from his wrist up to his elbow. The pain was soon turned into sweet relief. After a few more cuts on each wrists, Phil quickly cleaned up the bathroom. He rinsed the blade of his blood. The red liquid traveling down the sink. The raven boy then placed the razor back in its hiding spot. The sound of a door closing made Phil freeze.