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7. Birthday Boy

Dan's POV:

This year, Phil's birthday landed on a Saturday. And I, like always, procrastinated and bought his presents last night at 11:00 pm.

I walk up the steps to his front door and knock. It's a hard task considering that I'm holding a 6 foot bear and wrapped gifts. Their maid opens and helps me with the things into the living room. Phil's mum is fixing a bouquet of flowers that is on the coffee table. His dad is nowhere in sight.

Phil's parents and my parents met a couple of days ago. Right away they went into some conversation and became friends quickly. They told me that they're glad that Phil has me because he's never had an actual friend. That legit broke my heart.

The living room is decorated with blue and white decorations. There is a stack of different shaped and sized gifts on the floor. A huge banner that says "Happy Birthday Phil!" is above the wide window.

"Aww, Daniel, how are you?" says Phil's mum quietly and excitedly. She walks over and hugs me.

"I'm good, thank you. The decorations look great," I say, looking around. "Where's Mr. Lester?"

"Here I am!" He walks in with a bunch of balloons.

"Shhh, you'll wake Phil!" say Mrs. Lester.

"Oops, sorry." He hands us the balloons.

We finish putting all the decorations where they need to be and decide its time to wake Phil. (I got here at 6:54 am just to help. Rip me.)

"I'm going to go wake Phillip. You guys get ready to jump out when we enter," I say to them.

"Sounds good," they agree.

I quietly make my way up the stairs to Phil's room and enter the dark room. He's wrapped up in his white duvet. Colorful pillows litter the floor. Even though it's dark I can still see his face clearly. His lips are slightly parted and his hair is everywhere. I find myself starting.

Snap out of it, Dan!

I walk over to his sleeping form and shake his shoulder.

"Phil, wake up. It's your birthday!" I say enthusiastically.

It takes a couple more shakes until he finally starts to wake up.

"Dan, what are you doing here?" he asks in husky voice.

Oh my Lord! His voice!!

Phil sits up and rubs his eyes. I notice that he's only wearing pajama pants and blush a little.

"It's your birthday, that's why!"

I give him a hug and pull him out of bed. He almost falls but I catch him.

"Oops, maybe I should wait until you're fully awake," I say with a giggle.

"Thanks," he murmurs and leaves into the restroom.

Poor him. He doesn't even know what's going on because he's so sleepy. I don't blame him, it is pretty early. I had to drink two coffees before I could even function properly.

Phil walks out a minute later. He's wearing a robe, his glasses, and some furry, white slippers. His hair is up in a quiff and he just looks so adorable.

"I need coffee," he says in his sleepy voice.

"I feel you, mate. Lets go to the kitchen." He follows me without another word.

On the way down the stairs, I had to hold his arm because he kept almost falling. Wouldn't want him to fall to his death on his birthday. Phil's so clumsy when he's sleepy. I felt little sparks every time our skin touches but I brushed it off as a Protector thing.