Phil's POV

"Dan! I'm home from grocery shopping!" I shouted as I walked inside our flat. Me & Dan have been living together for 3 years and we take turns grocery shopping. Usually, I would hear Dan come out of his room or get up from the couch to reply to me or help me unpack the food but, no one came.

"Dan?" I say again. Maybe he is asleep? I walk over to his room and lightly knock on his door. No answer. I check the time, 7:00 pm. Maybe he is taking a shower. I wait for a second but hear no rushing water. I decided to open the door. There he was, hiding in his blanket. "Dan? Are you okay?" I said quietly. Whimpers come from under the blanket. I walk closer and lift the blanket up a little and climb inside to see Dan, burying his face in his knees. "Hey Dan...it's okay. I'm here." I say to him. He immediately turned to me and hugged me tight. My cheeks growing red from the sudden hug, I hug him back, while rubbing my hands down his back, comforting him. "I h-had a bad n-nightmare...it was a-about you and y-you...y-you..." I shushed him quickly with a quick kiss on his cheek. We both hug each other tighter. "Poor Danny...I'm here now...don't worry." And he kisses me, small tears running down his face. I kiss back and then we both get out of the blanket. "Heh...thanks Phil...you always do know how to make me feel better..." "Your welcome Dan. I love you."

"I love you too."

~Holly