I gently opened Phil's door when I got home- well, as gently as I could while drunk. I saw that he was fast asleep. I went over and kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "I love you more than anything, and I was being stupid."

I walked into my room and changed into my pyjamas. I collapsed on my bed, still crying. Crying because of what I had done, crying because I was thinking about how hurt Phil would be if he knew. But no one else saw Alex and I. Unless Alex was an asshole and posted something on the internet, no one would find out, right? It would be fine. 

I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I checked my phone and saw I had a text from an unknown number. Hey cutie. It's Alex ;) Ugh. "No no no no no no no! Go away I hate you!" I screamed and threw my phone across the room, which I guess woke Phil up. 

Phil appeared in my doorway, his duvet draped over him like a cape. "You okay, Dan?" His voice was groggy from having just woke up. I nodded. "Yeah, just a bad migraine. I had too much to drink last night."

Phil giggled and came over to lay next to me. "Well, Danny, screaming isn't going to help that. Just get some rest." Phil snuggled in next to me, and I put my arm around him. "I love you, Philly. A lot. You know that, right?"

Phil looked up at me, his head cocked to one side. "Of course I know that, Dan. What's wrong?" I snuggled my head into his shoulder. "Nothing. I just feel bad leaving you alone last night."

Phil just laughed. "My God. It's okay, really. I feel so much better now. I think I needed to rest without you waking me up every three seconds to take medicine or ask if I needed anything." 

I smiled weakly and fell asleep in Phil's arms. 

When I woke up a bit later, it was around noon and I decided I should probably get up. Trying not to wake Phil, I got up, stretched and put on a shirt, then grabbed my phone off of the floor. Luckily, the screen didn't break. I walked into the kitchen to take some medicine for my headache and texted Alex back. I don't want to talk to you. Don't text me again.

I got a response almost immediately. You promised that I could meet Phil. I groaned and put a crumpet in the toaster and picked up my phone. That was before you decided to take advantage of the fact that I was drunk. So no, you can't meet my boyfriend. Stop texting me.  

If you don't let me meet him, remember that all I have to do is post a couple words on the internet, and everything is ruined. Consider your choices carefully, Daniel Howell. 

I nearly choked on my crumpet. Shit. He was right, he could ruin everything. Dammit, I hate him so much. I don't understand how Louise could have such an insane cousin, considering she was so nice. You'd think Alex wouldn't be such a crazy fan, considering his cousin is a pretty famous YouTuber.

I texted Louise to ask her about when she and Alex would be home, so Phil and I could come by to get it over with. Louise texted back, obviously confused. My cousin? 

Wait, what? Yeah, there was someone at your party last night named Alex, who said he was your cousin from Germany visiting.

Oh! Alex. He told me that he was PJ's friend...? Are you sure he said that he was my cousin?

Okay, what the hell was happening here? Yes, I'm positive.

After texting back and forth with PJ, who said that he didn't have a friend from Germany, I was angrier and more confused than ever. I texted Alex. Okay, who the hell are you and why were you at Louise's party last night? I know you're not her cousin, and I know that you're not PJ's friend, either. 

Doesn't matter. You and Phil are going to meet me tomorrow at Starbucks at noon. Or everything is going out in the open for everyone- including Phil- to see. 

Guess I didn't have much of a choice.