"That was a good show.. wait, Dan? Are you okay?" Phil started, looking up to see that Dan was paler than he was.

"I feel a bit ill.." Dan clasped a hand over his mouth before running out of the room to the bathroom (or at least that was what Phil assumed).

"I'm really worried about him.." Phil mumbled, exchanging a sad look with Noah.

"Phil, he just needs to be alone right now.. do you want to go out for dinner or something so you can forget?"

"With Dan?"

"No.. just us two. It could be another date."

"I don't want to leave Dan on his own.."

"It's just one night. I am sure he'll survive."

"You don't know him like I-" Phil was cut off because Noah unexpectedly wrapped his arms around him.

"He'll be okay."

"Okay.." Noah slipped his hand into Phil's and pulled him to the door.

"So where do you want to go?"

"Somewhere fun..."

"Bowling?"

"Sure!"

-

Phil was currently in hysterics as he watched Noah throw the ball into the gutter for what felt like the hundredth time. "You're terrible!" He laughed, wiping away some of the tears which were welling his eyes due to his excessive laughter.

"You're not any better." Noah sent back, picking up another bowling ball for his second turn. "You literally got one pin last go."

"Yeah? And? You got zero!"

"Okay, I admit it, I am terrible." Noah threw the ball and eagerly watched as it rolled down the alley at a moderately fast pace.

-

Dan was sick. He knew it. He was literally as white as Phil and everyone knew Phil was as white as a ghost on a good day. He was sitting in front of the toilet, his stomach swirling around as he groaned in pain. Next minute, he was heaving and throwing up into the toilet.

He couldn't help but cry because he felt utterly useless. He couldn't stand up without his legs shaking and the fear of collapsing.

Dan debated whether to call Phil until he decided that he probably should, just in case it got worse.

-

Just as Phil was about to take his turn at bowling, his phone began to vibrate and ring on top of the chair. "Noah, can you get that?" Phil said, getting ready to throw the ball.

"Sure." Noah swiped up the phone before answering the call which was from Dan, he noticed. "What's up?"

"Can you come home?" Dan mumbled and the tears were evident in the way his voice shook and cracked.

"Not really. Why would we?"

"Because I'm sick. Really sick."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Please, Noah. I don't want to be alone."

"I'll think about it."

"Noah, wait-" Noah hung up before Dan could finish his conversation.

"Was he okay?" Noah looked up to see that Phil was staring at him with concerned eyes, the ball in his hands still, meaning he hadn't taken his turn.

"Yeah, think so. Come on it's your turn!"

-

Dan had been sitting by the toilet for a long time when he heard the front door open and close. He quickly wiped his eyes free of tears and composed himself, ready to pretend he was okay. "Dan?" He heard Phil call and so he responded with a meek 'yeah'. "Where are you?"

"Here." Dan called out, furiously rubbing the redness around his eyes in hopes it would disappear in the next few seconds (it didn't).

"Dan.. are you okay?"

"Yeah.." Dan mumbled, standing up and forcing a smile. His legs were shaking horribly and he was afraid he would collapse or something.

"You're most definitely not. Look, you're shaking! Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine, Phil. I swear."

"Dan, I think you need to lay down." Dan shook his head, a frown appearing on his pale face.

"I'm okay."

"Do you want a hug?" Dan couldn't help nodding before practically diving into the arms of his friend. "You're boiling.." Phil mumbled, placing his hand on Dan's forehead and frowning. "I'll make you some soup or something if you just lay down?" At that point, Dan was too tired to care about what Noah would say.

That was a mistake.

-

Dan was on the verge of dying, that may have been an exaggeration but he actually was feeling horrible. He was lying in bed in a cocoon of covers and he felt like he wanted to throw up. Phil had just been in the room and left a bowl of steaming soup on his bedside table but just the smell of it made him gag. "Phil?" He called out, his stomach churning in a horrifying way. Phil was in the room within seconds with Noah trailing behind him.

"Are you alright?" Phil worriedly asked, releasing his hand from Noah's so he could walk closer. Noah looked like he wanted to murder Dan.

"I can't eat it." Dan just mumbled, his whole figure shaking as Phil leaned closer.

"It's okay, do you want to try?"

"I'll be sick."

"That's okay.. do you want me to sit with you? We could watch a movie or something?"

"Noah?" Dan only managed to say and so Phil sent his boyfriend an apologetic look.

"Noah, is that okay?"

"I could stay with him if you want?" No. No, Phil I swear if you say-

"Why?"

"You need to rest.. you've had a long day with the tour and all.. I'm sure I'd make good company."

"Dan, is that okay?"

"Sure.."

"Noah, take good care of him for me? If he's sick, get him some water, okay?"

"Yeah, I will. Goodnight Phil."

"'Night." Phil took one final glance at Dan with a smile before leaving Dan alone with Noah.

"Are you really sick or are you just attention seeking like usual?" Noah said once he knew that Phil was too far away to hear.

"I'm not attention seeking." Dan mumbled in response, placing a hand on his stomach as he had the urge to throw up again.

"Oh yeah? How do I know that? Phil is giving you his attention now, isn't he? If you don't drop the act then I'll tell him your little secret."

"It's not an act."

"PHIL!" Dan was too weak to argue, as much as he wanted to. His stomach flipped as Phil ran into the room, his eyes wide with worry.

"Are you okay? Was Dan sick again?" Phil immediately asked, examining Noah for any signs that something was drastically wrong.

"No but he has something to tell you." Noah turned towards Dan and smirked slightly.

"No, I don't." Noah sent Dan a look to say 'tell him.' "I'm not actually sick. I just wanted attention." Noah's smirk was quick to return as a frown formed on Phil's face. Disappointment flooded into his countenance.

"Dan, why would you do that?" Phil whispered, refusing to look Dan in the eye.

"And I only self harmed because I wanted your attention."

"You worried me Dan, so much. I thought you were thinking about you-know-what again. I can't believe you'd fake feeling like that just to get attention. That's.. low. I never... ever expected that from you." Tears then filled Dan's eyes: he could do nothing to defend himself otherwise Noah would say something.

"Dan, I think you should go." Noah mumbled, faking the disappointment in his voice to show that he was on Phil's side and this was a surprise to him too.

"I'm sorry." Dan murmured, pushing himself out of bed and walking out of the door to their room. He immediately clasped a hand over his mouth as he had the undying urge to vomit everywhere, mostly because he was actually sick but also due to the anxiety swirling in his chest. He managed to walk out of the hotel room and down to the reception before breaking down. The tears wouldn't stop once they started.

Dan didn't know what to do: Phil hated him.

Before he knew it, he had slipped his phone out of his front pocket and was calling Olivia.

This chapter isn't the best but I hope you like it anyway