Ghost (Phan AU)

Chapter 8

*Hands you your favourite food*

Chris's P.O.V

"Chris. Can we talk?"

"Of course we can! Stay over, you're freezing." I said, dragging him in the house and upstairs, sitting him on my bed.

We sat on my bed in five minutes, before he had managed to calm down, just long enough to choke out five words.

"Me and Grace broke up." He sobbed, I took him into my arms and hugged him as tight as I could.

"What happened Pj?" I asked, a tear almost falling from my eye.

"She-" He began, and tears were streaming down his face. My shoulder was now soaked, but I didn't care, he needed me.

"Pj, I'm here." I assured him, squeezing the hug tighter, as I traced swirls on his back with my finger.

"She cheated." He muffled into my shoulder. My face dropped instantly, how and why the fuck would she cheat on a good and loyal guy like Pj. This made me furious, but I kept it to a low.

"She did what! You don't deserve her Peej. You honestly don't. You're a good guy, who deserves so much more, she's such a bitch. I can't even express my anger right now, I really can't." I muffled back into the hug and he sobbed even more.

"I really can't ask for a better friend than you Chris." He pulled away softly from the hug, and smiled at me with his sad eyes, and red blotchy cheeks.

"How long has this been going on for? Literally, I will give her my best dagger eyes every time I see her." I squinted my eyes, and it made him chuckle slightly. It made me happy that I had the power to make him laugh.

"I should really get going now." Pj said, standing up and facing me.

"No, no stay over. It's okay. You can borrow some of my clothes in the morning for school." I insisted.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Very sure." I responded. It's stupid to leave him alone when he has just been through hell.

"Well now what?" He asked.

"Movies, and food. We are going to do whatever you want." I replied.

I got out a lot of movies, and let Pj choose his favourite out of the ones I had , which was Toy Story. It was a great movie, I was certainly not going to argue. Quickly, I ran down the stairs and opened the fridge. Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. I grabbed two glasses, and a litre bottle and ran up the stairs, despite carrying delicate glasses.

I opened the lid and poured us a glass, bringing it to Pj. He took the glass and took a sip and licked his lips. It's almost as if he is trying to tempt me. I shook the thought out of my head and drank some of my lemonade. I plonked myself next to him and pressed play.

Discretely, I turned my head to look at Pj, his face was just lit up enough from the tv, so I could see him. He looked broken inside, and even though he smiled, I knew it wasn't real. I just wanted to hold him and kiss him better, but I couldn't. I just wanted to sleep with him, not sex, just sleep and hold him in my arms.