The C Word-PHAN FIC

My back ached and twisted as I groaned and moaned. I knew my years of slouching would avenge me at some point, but I thought it would at least take another decade or so.

"Dan, you really want to get that seen to." Phil queried sympathetically, prising his eyes away from the glowing laptop screen.

"S'alright." I reassured. "Can you really say we didn't see it coming" I gestured towards my sofa crease.

Phil glanced at it reluctantly as the corners of his lips upturned ever so slightly.

My spine was being turned upside down, and against my hardest efforts, another groan escaped my mouth.

Phil's eyebrows tilted outwards. "Please Dan."

I sighed; I couldn't stand it to see Phil so worried.

"Fine" I chuckled lightly at the sight of Phil's puppy dog eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll go, but I'm telling you, I'm OK." This may have been convincing if I were not twitching from the pain and rubbing my lower back.

I made a quick turn for the door in order to avoid the hurt look that I knew would be hanging on Phil's face right now.

***

My eyes met to the usually scene of Phil on his laptop, the T.V on in the background, and a horrendous mess of a kitchen. Standing in silence for a short time to take in the scene, I found myself not being able to help but smile.

He was beautiful; His glowing skin; his wide blue eyes that instantly melted my mind like butter whenever I see them. But the thing I loved the most, on top of his eyes and skin and body and hair and lips and smile, was his heart. His great, big, beating heart.

It didn't take long for Phil to notice my presence. He stood up immediately, brushing himself off.

"Sit down" I wafted my hand at him. "It's fine, Jesus." I acted like Phil's stunning features didn't phase me at all. Thank god I loved drama at school.

"What do you mean..it's fine?" Phil queried, still tense. "What exactly did the doctor say?"

"Just that I was and always will be right in every single way and that Phil is always wrong and worries way too much" I joked, laughing as I assumed my usual internet position. "He just said it's completely normal to feel pain considering my posture. I just have to take some tablets and try not to slouch as much."

"Dan..." Phil scowled at my current back crippling position.

I loved the way cared so; it was a little hard and scary moving in with a 23 year old man who my mother was convinced was a paedophile murderer ever since she walked in on me on top of him whilst filming a 'Phil is not on fire', but he took on the role of housemate/bestfriend/mother/lover instantly and has been doing the best job possible even to this day. I wish I could tell him this, but I can never find the words without sounding ridiculously soppy.

I straightened up and perched perfectly on the edge of the brown, worn sofa. It matched the filthy, off white carpet and cluttered mantle piece that forever drove me crazy at its lack of symmetry. I wish I could tidy it, but its Phil's job to clean the lounge and I refuse to interfere with that.

"Right, I'm off to film a vlog" Phil informed me. I smiled and nodded as he leaned in next to me and lay a delicate kiss on my left cheek.

He left the room, laptop in hand, tea in the other.

I waited 1, 2, 3 seconds after my boyfriend leaving the room before I leaned back and assumed the posture that would be the death of me.