D&P One-Shots

Phil Imagine #2

*TriggerWarning!* -If you are easily triggered, don't read-
Content: Self harm and harmful words.
(OK, so the only reason I wrote this kind is cuz I'm feeling super suicidal. (^～^). )

You sit in your bed scrolling through the comments of your new video you posted on your YouTube channel called LittleMissY/N. You like to do many things on your channel. But the one thing you haven't done, is sing.

Your best friend Phil made you sing on your channel. He said that you were a good singer. You honestly didn't think so. But he still persuaded you into it. He even promised he would do the editing for you. He also pouted. You couldn't say no to him pouting. It was just too adorable! You smile to yourself as you continue through the comments. So far they were pretty good, but then thy started getting mean.

Eww! What's wrong with your voice?

I hate this song about as much as I hate you!

Delete your channel you ugly, fat bitch!

Go kill yourself!

You softly close the lid on your computer. You stand up and silently open the door. You live with Phil and your mutual friend, Dan. You tip toe, cringing when the floor creaks. You make it to the bathroom and lock the door. You open the cabinet and dig for your old razor. Phil found out you were cutting and made you stop. But you kept the blade.

You sit on the toilet and start cutting. You start off slowly, letting the pain settle. But you get more comfortable and cut harder on both arms. Again and again and again. You can't stop. Deeper and deeper the blade goes into our skin each time. Tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagara Falls. You look down at the bloody mess that is your arms and feel satisfied with them.

You wash off the blade and hide it back in the cabinet. You wash off the blood from your arms, but the water stings a little bit. You pat your arms dry and head for the door and unlock it. You turn off the light and tip toe back to your room. Before you reach your room, you hear a door open softly. You turn to your right and see a sleepy Phil standing in the frame of his door.

"What're you doing up?" You ask.

"You woke me. Now, why are youup?" He asked. He seemed focused on your arms. You cross them so Phil can't see the cuts.

"I had to go to the bathroom..." Your voice trails off. Your voice cracks a litter bit too.

"Y/N, you've been crying. I can tell. Your voice always cracks when you cry." He says as he stumbles over to you.

"Phil really, I'm fi-" you get cut off by him placing his soft lips on yours. You're a bit surprised, but you start to kiss back. A moment later, he takes his lips off yours.

"Oh my gosh Y/N, I am so sorry. I-I didn't-" you cut him off before he could ramble on more.

"Phil, it-it's fine. Really." You say sweetly.

"So, things aren't awkward between us?" He asks. Ironically, this makes things slightly awkward.

"Phil, things are already kinda awkward between us!" You giggle. He laughs too.

"Okay, but get some rest, Y/N." He says.

"I will!" You roll your eyes and laugh. You walk back to your room and close the door. You slide against the door and fall to the floor. You put your head in your hands. You start to cry silently. You lift your head from your hands and look at your wrists. How could you be so selfish to think that you would only be hurting yourself? Its not fair to Phil, the only one you who've ever truly loved. But you can't go back now, you've already hurt him and yourself.

You get up and wipe your tears away with your hands and pull yourself together. You open the door silently hoping not to wake Dan up. You silently make your way to Phil's door. You knock on his door, knowing he is probably not asleep. Soon after, he opens the door and just start bawling. Just looking at him and thinking that you've hurt him hurts you.

"Y/N! What's wrong?" Phil said softly but still some alarm in his voice. You have no words. So all you have to do is show him the dreaded cuts. He sighs. He takes your arm and starts kissing the fresh cuts. A couple of times the cuts would sting and you'd wince and he'd quickly say sorry. But after he kissed all those cuts, he got to the real question.

"Why?" He said softly, hurt filling his voice.

"T-the comments o-on my cover v-video." You stutter. Phil pulls you into a big hug. You feel something softly touch the top of our head. Then you realize, he kissed the top of your head. You then hear him whisper:

"Promise me you won't do this again. Please Y/N."

You slowly nod and he breaks from he hug. You stare into his amazing blue eyes and and stares back into yours. He cups his hands on your face and pulls you closer. He pulls you a little bit closer he kisses you. You of course kiss back. But its still feels like magic.