The Phil imagine what I did

This was on my tumblr a while back...

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Phil giggled as he held your hand walking into the MUSE concert at the O2 arena. He looked around the place in awe. "Best birthday present ever..." He breathed, throwing his arms around you. You hugged him back. "And in the mosh pit! {Y/N}, you're the best!" He let out a shriek of excitement. You laugh. "Mosh pits can e dangerous, Phil. You know that right?" Phil just giggled. "I don't care. It's gonna be so much fun!" He ran over to the merch table and began to buy tee shirts for himself and you. You smirk at him. He's just like a little five year old in a twenty six year old body. Phil ran up to you and threw a shirt with their logo your way. "I'm not wearing the shirt, Phil." You laughed. "Please, Y/N, pleaseeee." He made his eyes bigger and pouted. You couldn't take it anymore after he batted his eyelids. "Fuck you and your being adorable." You snarled, kissing his nose. You thrust the shirt over your head and Phil grinned as he hugged you again. The two of you walked into the arena and found your spot in the mosh pit. And when I say spot, I mean you fired your way through masses of people who would kill to get to their band. You enjoyed the opening, mostly just kissing Phil as David Bowie (what the fuck was he doing there?) played. And then the lights went out completely. A black screen lit up just a bit and lit up with a supernova. Just that. A few screams from the back. A few beats of the beginning of Starlight. Phil grinned and screamed along with you, gripping your hand with maximum grip on you. You knew every word. You kissed at certain parts. Parts that made you and Phil think of eachother. It was great. Until he reluctantly left to use the loo. You fist pumped and screamed to the music. But then someone threw a punch. You couldn't make out their face or their clothes, it was too dark. But they punched you. Right in the eye. "Get out of the fucking way!" Shouted the mystery person. You glared at him. He threw more punches and even kicked. "I said get out of the fucking way, you cunt!" They shouted again. You could see the shadow of Phil's body walk toward you. "Hey! What in hell's name are you doing to Y/N?" Asked Phil, voice more dominant and powerful than you'd ever heard it before. "This bitch is in my motherfucking way!"  

"Don't you call her that." Snarled Phil, his eye becoming angry. He got closer to the person. You trembled in fear. Phil was never this angry. Ever. The maddest you'd ever seen him was when people began to bother him about phan and deny your relationship with him. And even then he didn't have that cold, dark, hungry look in his eyes. It all happened so fast. Phil would throw a few punches before being beaten by the other man, who would be given a whooping from Phil the force of a thousand waterfalls. Eventually, as the final chord of Supermassive Black Hole ended, the man spit in Phil's eye as he walked off, a limb hanging loosely. Phil had three cuts on his lip, bruises all around that adorable face of his, and blood dripped on his cheek. He looked worse than the other guy. "Phil, babe, you didn't have to do-" he interrupted you with a passionate snog. "Yes I did, my little lioness. No one is allowed to speak about you in that way." You smiled. He smirked as the next song began to play. "Explorers". He breathed, holding you close to him.