Dan and Phil Imagines

Phil Imagine

Guess who's back, back again?

You loved the blue hours before dawn. They were always gorgeous and it never seemed to disappoint. Only birds were awake singing their sweet, sleepy melody as you could sit awake and think and dream and breathe.

The lounge was a comfortable place to be as you sat and pondered everything that ever came to be and created thousands of beautiful places, and words, and worlds in your mind without paying attention to the clock.

"Beautiful?" His wonderfully, sleepy voice rang through the flat. "What are you doing out here?" Phil asked with his glasses carelessly slung over his nose. "Thinking." You responded in a daze.

He out stretched his hand and you graciously accepted as he pulled you up. You thought his intention was to lead you back to the room, but instead he moved your hand on his shoulder as he help your right arm and your left hip.

"Sing for me, love." He smiled at you but not just with his mouth, he smiled with every molecule that made this beautiful man Philip Michael Lester.

"Tell me you've had trouble sleeping

That you toss and turn from side to side

That it's my face you've been seeing

In your dreams at night.

Tell me that you wake up crying

And you're not sure exactly why

Tell me that something is missing in your

Life.

Baby, tell me that

You live for love

That forever is never enough

That you've waited all your life to see

That you want so badly to believe

Tell me that it's not just me."

You swayed and giggled and whispered in his arms through those blue hours. It was as if it all made sense.

It was as if your gorgeous Phil was still alive.