Paranoid - PhanFiction

Chapter #59

*DANS POV* (ohh? yeee?)

Phil shook his head as I asked what our relationship was like.

His lip started to quiver and I grew so confused. "Are yo-"

"I'm going to the bathroom, be right back." He cut me off, stood up and ran down the hall into what I assume to be the bathroom.

I sat awkwardly on the man's couch as I heard a cry and then a sniff come from the bathroom.

"P...Phil?" I shouted, unsure.

No answer.

I stood up and walked to the door.

"You okay in there?" I asked.

Another sob.

I opened the door to see Phil sobbing on the floor and my eyes grew huge.

"Whoa... Are you okay? What happened?" I asked as I knelt down to his side. "I'm-I'm fine." He said between sobs. "You're not okay, I can see that." I chuckled and he just sniffed.

I know I can't remember this guy, or if he's lying to me but I can see he's got a huge heart and I can't help but to trust him.

I gave a sympathetic smile and wrapped my arms around the blue eyed boy. "Wh-what are you doing?" He asked. "Nothing."

He then melted into me and sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in.

I couldn't help to feel a bit safe while being with this guy, even though I have been with him a day.

Well... As far as I can remember.

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Later that night Phil went to sleep on the couch because he insisted I sleep in a "warm bed." He was so sweet.

I lied in is bed, it smelled like him.

The smell was familiar, like raspberries and aftershave.

It just smelled clean.

I rolled over, my head buried in a pillow as I took in the familiar sent.

I couldn't put my finger on where I first smelled it.

I rolled over back onto my back and sighed.

It sucks not being able to remember anyone. It sucks not being able to remember a boy who claims to be your boyfriend.

It sucks not remembering anything clearly.

Little things like smells and music are helpful, but they aren't enough.

I closed my eyes and took in the sent of the room.

After 5 minutes passed I still wasn't asleep and I felt scared. I opened my eyes to see a large, creature slowly walking to my bed side and staring down at me with big, glowing red eyes.

As I stared terrified into them I started to feel dizzy and I didn't feel in control. Almost as if I was drunk, but it was confusing because I couldn't remember the feeling of being drunk.

I guess I did? I don't know.

The strange creature moved its claws to my face and ran its sharp fingers along my cheek.

I felt a liquid run down my cheek and I took a finger and wiped it, seeing it was blood.

I screamed bloody murder and soon enough, the creature was gone and replaced with Phil's delicate, tired flustered form.

"W-what happened, Bear?"

Bear?

"I mean- I mean Dan!" He quickly corrected himself. "No... Why does that seem so familiar?" I asked as I shook, still petrified about my encounter with a beast.

"Never mind that, why'd you scream, what is the matter?" He asked as he took a seat down next to me on the bed. "I saw something..." I stated. "What did you see?" He asked softly. "I don't know, like a beast with big, red eyes and it was just huge and it cut my cheek," I trailed off as I pointed to my cheek, "he cut it with his huge finger nails." I said.

Phil squinted and turned the bedside light on and looked back to my face.

"Dan, there isn't anything there."

"What?"

"Your face is clear of cuts. It was probably a night terror or something." He stated but it confused me. "What's a night terror?" Phil seemed to tense when the words escaped my mouth and into his ears. "You-you um...you used to get those a lot. It's where you have very real dreams or see things in the night when your asleep or can't sleep." He explained.

"Oh... Okay." I said as I leaned back into bed. Phil smiled and turned off the light and started to make his way out but I stopped him.

"C-can you um-uh- sleep with me tonight? I'm scared." I said shyly. I couldn't see too much but it seemed the blue eyed boy had a huge grin on his face. I smiled a bit too.

"Yeah, of course." He said and walked over and crawled into bed, snuggling the duvet close to his chest.

We lied there for a while and I couldn't seem to sleep but Phil crashed when his head hit the pillow.

Something felt right about being with him.

I lied there for another 5 minutes and still couldn't sleep.

I glanced at Phil and then to his hand which was resting on his chest. I smiled and looked away.

I tried to convince myself that I didn't want to hold his beautiful hands but nobody could change the fact that I wanted to hold them. I slowly moved my hand to his and slowly took it in mine.

It was cold, but soft.

Phil opened his eyes slowly and I was going to move it away but he smiled. "Do you mind if we hold hands? I'm-I'm um-scared."

Real smooth Dan.

"Sure." He smiled and rolled and faced me on his side. He wrapped his long arm around my waist and pulled me in close. It took me by surprise but I soon settled a bit.

"Mind if we cuddle? I'm scared." He teased. I shook my head and chuckled, "sure."