Phil starred into the mirror, his face still a little red, his eyes swelled. He was seeing himself truly for the first time, he couldn't ignore and abandon his love for Dan anymore, move on or tell him and hope for the best. He needed an emergency shower though too. Then he ripped off his top and trousers, pants and socks, turned on the shower and got in. 'Why does love hurt so much?' He thought as the gushing boiling water splattered his naked body.'Seriously, tell him. It can't hurt.' This inner confidence builder was making him think about truly telling Dan. He'd tell him tonight. Yes he would, no hesitation. Just tell him straight. Look him in the eyes and tell him how you feel. But he was too scared of the answer. How was Dan going to react? The worse was rejection and a loss of friendship, but that was never going to happen, not with the strength gained and the trust tied. The happiest of memories and the gleeful acceptance in life in what they love. They had become bonded in a way that untying the knot what holds them together would cause both their deaths. He would tell him.
He washed his body and hair before turning off the shower.
Shit. No towel. Towel gone.
'Don't worry, there'll be one in the cupboard.' No. Not one flipping towel! The only place he could think he left it was in his bedroom. Now, running about the house naked trying to find your towel while Dan could be anywhere was stupid, and not going to go down well. After all, he'd called him 'love' earlier, he was definitely going to get the wrong idea if he starts running NAKED. It would probably creep the hell out of Dan, even scare him off. He couldn't drip-dry, he'd need to get to him room without being noticed anyway. Right, he'd brave it and go out clutching is old clothes. Phil opened the door slowly, it creaked loudly. Phil scrunched his face and bit his lip. Robotically, he stepped into the cold air. His shoulders shuddering ferociously in the fresh cold air. His contacts fizzing after being collecting condensation for 15 minutes. He creeped out of the bathroom completely and staggered across the corridor, trying not to make any noise what so ever. He was nearly there! Yes. Just to pass Dans room. Nothing could go wrong now. He thought. Dans door handle slowly began to turn.
'Oh shit oh shit oh shit!' Phil thought to himself, he galloped to his room, almost safe. He fumbled around with the door handle as he had all his clothes. Dans door opened. Stark naked Phil just stood, wondering if Dan would notice. Of course he's going to notice. He's as clear as day in his Voldemort shade of white.
"Phil?! Argh!" Dan averted his eyes from his friend. Luckily Phil had covered his privates with a t-shirt, but the rest of his body was vulnerable to the elements, and Dans eyes.
"I don't know where my towel is! Hence I'm running around like a naked ninja. I didn't think you'd see me" Phil pathetically said.
"Why are you still standing there then!! Get dressed, we're out in a bit" Dan chuckled, completely forgetting about Phil's love for him.
"Alright, see you in a minute."
Phil got in his room while Dan, looking smart slumped on the sofa, anxious in waiting for Phil.
'Well that went very well, just act like normal! Keep cool.' Phil thought as he was drip-drying and putting on his lion t-shirt and smartest jeans.
He got ready and went into the living room.