Our Love ||Phan||

Chapter Two

I was driving myself insane thinking about Phil. I was currently laying on his bed with Phil's snoring figure beside me. My mind raced with a thousand questions as usual, but none of them could be answered. I didn't like Phil, I knew that. So why couldn't our fans see that, too?

I turned over and groan gently before placing a hand over my mouth, hoping that I hadn't made Phil stir. Surely enough, he turned over, his hand brushing against my back. I froze, staying as still as possible. Why was he touching me? Did he usually do this in his sleep?

My head began to throb. I needed to stop thinking but I couldn't. It was bothering me and I wasn't sure why.

Phil moved again, this time wrapping his arm around my torso. He mumbled a few words that I couldn't catch and then moved closer. His body was pressed against my back and I had to fight back the urge to spring up and run out of his room to the bathroom. I felt sick. My head felt like a roaring fire and it was bringing tears to my eyes. I stood slowly, stumbling about his room.

My heart probably would have leapt out of my chest had my rib cage not been in the way.

"What's going on?" I mumble, a shiver runs down my spine as the adrenaline of my escape starts to wear off. I shut the door as quietly as possible, not bothering to turn the light on, and rest my hand against the wall. My breaths are short and it's startling me.

Am I having a panic attack? I shake my head and try to even out my breathing. It's the start of one but I had learned years ago what I need to do in order to get myself under control.

I slide down onto the floor and sit with my legs crossed, letting my head bow. I can hear shuffling in the room and I watch patiently to determine whether or not Phil is awake. The door to his room opens and closes. I hold my breath, shaking with fear.

After what feels like forever, I decide that he had gone back in. It takes me a minute but eventually I'm able to stand.

Why was I acting like this? So what if Phil tried to cuddle me in his sleep, it meant nothing. I'm sure he had done it before. He was probably just cold or dreaming about Buffy again. I was the only life form in the room so he clung to me and it meant nothing. I was overreacting right now and I needed to stop.

My thoughts jumbled together as I headed back into Phil's room. He was right where I had left him, only shifted slightly more away from where I had been laying. Without breathing, I slipped under the covers next to him and closed my eyes.