Phan Oneshots {songfics & short stories}

Bruises {part 2 - end}

Word count: 3169/8664 

TW: alcohol but not abuse or drunk, physical abuse, and a small amount of fighting, very small mention of "you don't need that drink"

Other: this is the second and final part yayayayay also the gif thou like 

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3 weeks later

"I'm gonna go visit Phil for a bit! Do you want anything?" I stuck my head into Teresa's office.

She smiled at me and nodded, "Alright, and maybe just a hazelnut latte!" she smiled and leaned down to grab her purse to pull out a few quid.

I walked into her office and breathed in, "Gingerbread candle?" I asked her.

She nodded and laughed, "Yup! There's only a week until Christmas, what do you expect?"

I laughed too and replied, "Yeah, Phil is definitely in the Christmas spirit. I'm getting there." I smiled at the thought of Phil and his candles. They're almost as bad as his house plants.

"Speaking of Phil, how are you guys? And any trouble with Bailey?" she asked, handing me the money.

I took it and shook my head, "I haven't heard a thing from Bailey, which is great. Phil and I are both surprised."

She nodded, and chimed in with "Me too."

I nodded and continued, "Phil and I are good. Great, actually. He understands I need time but we both know we fancy each other. We cuddle and sometimes kiss, but other than that, not much else has happened yet. Oh and we sleep in the same bed. It's honestly great."

Teresa smiled at me, "I'm so happy for you Dan. But you better get a move on, the meeting will be done in about an hour and they'll want you to look over the scripts before they're passed down to the new intern."

I nodded and headed out of her office, "See you in about 30!" I called over my shoulder and headed to the lift and left the building.

Over the past 3 weeks I've been living with Phil. Nothing has really changed except I don't have to worry about going home and getting thrown down and abused. And not having to clean up properly and having dinner made by a certain time and being able to relax. Okay, maybe a lot has changed. And I've loved every second of it.

Phil and I sleep in the same bed. He insisted, and I really didn't want to sleep alone. Being in his arms makes me feel safe. We cook together, play a lot of video games, and just hang out and it's really, really nice. He even has a Youtube channel and we've made some videos together. I'm hoping to start my own channel in the next few months. We've also discussed our feelings for each other, and we both like each other. But he understands that I'm not ready for a relationship yet, which I'm grateful for. Although soon I'm going to tell him I am ready. I thought it would take longer to get over it, but Phil just seems to heal my wounds so quick and easy. I love it. Overall, I'm honestly the happiest I've been in a long time. And it feels great.

(I should end it there but nooooooo I'm evil)

The cold winds of winter hit me like a slap in the face when I opened the door(thanks internet for that metaphor *dies*). I smiled to myself as snow was falling and the ground was still covered with about 15.24 cm (6 inches) of snow. Christmas was only a week away, which made it even better even know work is really busy at this time of year. Then again, I think just about everywhere is. I'm not sure what I want to get Phil yet, either.

I started getting an uneasy feeling as I waited to cross the street. I glanced over my shoulder and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Although I did see a familiar figure facing away from me with their hood up. I shook it off and crossed the street with the rest of the foot traffic.