Phil's p.o.v ~chapter 7

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Dans POV

I was trapped and I couldn't breath, I lifted my head to get some much needed oxygen when my head suddenly bumped onto a sharp object and I heard a loud "owe" noise coming from over my head, oh... I suddenly remembered falling asleep, my head resting on PHILS chest, his arms were around my torso-that's what made me feel trapped

"I'm sorry" I said shifting and raising my head to look at him, I kissed his chin, where there was now a red bruise that I obviously was the reason for.

I suddenly noticed a bit of black showing from his neck line

"What is this?" I asked, already pulling his shirt a little lower so I could see more of what I now understood was a large tattoo- an intricate pattern of black lines which started at his left collar bone and traveled a little lower into his chest, it was amazing, and gorges, and so, so hot. I usually wasn't really one for tattoos, but somehow on phil it just looked simply amazing, I didn't even notice I was staring until a fake cough took me out of my trance, I looked up at Phil, his eyes looking a bit shy and adorable

"Do you like it?" He asked his voice sounded dipper and huskier but I could have just been imagining it

"It's  amazing" I bit my lip and lowered his shirt again to catch another look of the beautiful pice of art that laid next to me, and Also of the tattoo

"I'm glad you like it, I wasn't sure you would, I actually have a few more" he sounded unsure

"Yes PLEASE" I basically begged him earning a chuckle and a quick kiss on my forehead

"A little eager are we?"

I nodded quite frantically and he took his jumper off to revile his left arm that was pretty much completely covered with tattoos and his right one which only had a few scattered on random places. I moved my hand over some of the tattoos, it was beautiful and sexy and so different from his adorable personality, I chuckled a bit at that thought. Most of his tattoos were similar to the style of the tattoo I first discovered but some were more colorful and basically screamed Phil, some of my favorites were a little lion on the inner part of his left triceps, a totro one on his right forearm, but the one I liked the most was definitely a long wire with little pink flowers coming out in random places that traveled around all of his right hand, I traced my finger on it, following the lines and its shape around Phil's arm. i always loved flowers, flowers are always happy and alive, when I still lived with both of my parents, and before my mum became an alcoholic, my dad used to buy her flowers every Friday, when I come to think about it, our house was always filled with flowers, their colors and scent always filling the air and greeting me every day I came back from school. I even remember that when I was about 14 I made and wore flower crowns for school every day for a month, until the bulling got too much and I had to stop, my mum didn't really like it either, but she was so happy and only made a few small comments about it, I knew how relived she must have been when I stopped wearing them.

"this one is my favorite" I said tracing its lines for about the fifth time

"It's my favorite too, it's the first tattoo I ever got, it's actually what got me into tattoos in the first place"

"Do they hurt?"

"Not too much, it depends on where you get them, but I think the end result is worth it"

"Maybe I should get a tattoo" Phil's face turned completely white and he didn't answer

"Phil? What's wrong?" I shook his arm "don't worry I was just kidding, I'll obviously think it through before getting one, if I even get one"

"Dan you can't get a tattoo" his voice was cold

"What?"

"At least not on your left hand"

"Phil what the fuck are you talk-" tears started forming in my eyes and I felt a lump in my throat, I turned around, I couldn't look at him, at his pale face and concerned eyes, what am I even talking about? He must hate me, think I'm a freak, How does he even know? He can't know can he? Did I tell him? No, I definitely didn't . It was then when I noticed the little wet whip on the end of my long sleeve.

Where I had just cut before leaving

A.N

I am SO SO sorry that it took me this long to update! But I really like the way this chapter came out.

To anyone that cares I plan on updating on Fridays or Saturdays. lately I have a lot of pressure in school but I'm gonna try and update regularly😄

Hope you enjoyed this chapter❤


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