Stronger

Chapter 1

(A/N: hi guys! It's me, Mr. Author person! I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about not updating sooner, I had something stressful happen last weekend and it really put my week off balance. But anyways, on with the chapter!)

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"Hey Phil? Do you maybe want to go for a picnic today? It's so beautiful outside, and you've seemed kind of down lately." I said, looking at Phil on the couch next to me from my browsing position.

"Are you sure you can leave tumblr that long?" Phil joked. He crawled over so that he was practically in my lap, pushing the laptop aside.

I sighed teasingly and rolled my eyes. "Well, I don't know. Only if my boyfriend wants to go on a picnic."

Phil laughed and nodded. "Of course I do, Dan." He said sincerely, big blue eyes looking up at me and making my heart melt.

"Then get up! We need food to go on a picnic." I pushed him playfully out of my lap and stood up, running into the kitchen.

"Hey! Let me help!" He squealed and started running after me.

*

The day literally could not have been more gorgeous, like I said. The sky was a bright, almost royal blue with cotton-ball wisps of clouds streaked across the sky. And phil. Phil was the most beautiful human being in the entirety of the universe.

"I think eating tuna salad is kind of strange, honestly. Did it ever occur to you that you're eating fish?" Phil asked as he bit in to his sandwich.

"Did it ever occur to you that when you're eating eggs you're eating unborn embryos?" I retorted, smirking.

"Actually, we don't eat the fertilized eggs. So it's only part of a baby." Phil giggled as if he was thinking about chicken sex. Which he probably was.

"Phil! That's utterly disgusting!" I squealed, laughing and pushing him playfully.

Just a moment later a cold wind swept through the park, and I pulled Phil close to me in an I'll keep you safe gesture.

Phil smiled thankfully up at me, then started laughing like he was about to say something funny. But then all of the sudden he stopped as if someone had slapped him in the face.

"Phil? What's wrong?" I pulled away from him and looked down, extremely concerned for his well-being.

He didn't answer, but he put his hand to his chest and stared off into space with a frown.

I tilted his chin gently upwards so that he would look at me. "P-Phil? Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

He took a shaky breath and nodded. "I'm fine. My chest just hurt for a minute, that's all."

Even with no confirmation that anything was wrong, I felt like spiraling into an existential crisis right there. "Oh sh-Phil! That's not okay! Something could be very wrong and-"

I cut off when I felt him gently place his warm hand on my arm, grounding me a bit. "Dan? Do you want to go home now?" He asked sympathetically.

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry. This picnic was my idea, and it was meant to cheer you up." I muttered quietly.

"It's fine. It got kind of cold anyway. Now let's get this stuff cleaned up."

Together we put the remnants of our picnic fail back into the cooler. As we began walking, I said "I hope we don't run into any fans on the way home." I couldn't even imagine how terrible I looked.

"I don't know, I love being hugged by people who idolize us. But I do think we need to get home as soon as possible." Phil said seriously.

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We did manage to make it home without being spotted, which was no small task. As soon as we walked in the door I made Phil lie down on the couch.

"If it makes you feel better" he grumbled good-naturedly.

I sat at his feet and looked down at him. "Remember how you said it might feel better to get hugged by a fan right now?" I asked.

"Well yeah, also the fans love meeting-"

I cut him off by leaning over and hugging him, embracing him gently and lovingly but tightly. I never wanted to let him go, but after a moment I pulled away.

"Well I'm Phil trash #1" I laughed with a cheeky grin.

Phil just lay there, looking dumbfounded.