Phil paced around, hand planted on his head as it throbbed achingly. His mind was spinning and eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at the floor, pacing around. Before him sat his superior and boss who had a leg crossed staring down at the man before him.
"Sir." Phil started. "Please. This client, I cannot possibly-"
"-What?" The man repeated with a snarl. His patronising gaze lowered lowered onto him like an animal on its prey.
"The client, we need to cure his Philophobia but I feel as though me taking him on a date could make it worse. What if a physical attachment is made? What if he realised who I am?" Phil said in a hushed quick tone, hating that his boss had given him this command.
"This is the only way for your client to get better. You need to make sure he doesn't expect a thing. You said so yourself, he has only seen the bad sides of love so you have to show him the good side." The older man expressed calmly.
"But how am I possibly able to make sure it's always good?! He'll begin to rely on me too much, thats not mentally stable! That man-that boy is not going to be able to handle this at all! Please I can't do this anymore, even if you force me like before." Phil cried out.
"Do you want this kid to get better, Phil Lester?" The man asked in a rough and raspy voice.
Phil nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Then you need to pretend to date him and let him experience what part of Philophobia is actually worth fearing."
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Philophobia
Fanfiction|| Philophobia. Its name comes from two Greek roots, "philo" meaning love and "phobia" meaning fear of. The fear of love. || "I think i was 9 or 10. And i would watch from the stairs and-and the concept of getting close to anyone...it petrifies me...
