Don't blink. (A Phan soulmate AU)

Soulmate

Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you.

Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley.

Phil could still remember how he felt.

First, he saw the cute boy. Even if he was only nine years old, he could recognize someone beautiful. Then, the boy had gotten closer.

It felt like fire burning him from the inside. It felt as if someone was killing him. Phil fell to the ground and saw, with the corner of his eye, that the cute boy had fallen too. He was shouting. Then he felt relief. Suddendly all the pain was gone, but not only that, he felt better than he had ever feel. He looked down to his chest and saw the glowing light in his heart. Then, he looked at the other boy, who had already stand up and was offering his hand to help Phil. As expected, the boy's heart was glowing too.

Phil took his hand and stood up. The boy smiled. He felt a weird thing on his tummy and smiled back.

"My name's Charlie." The boy said in a soft voice.

"I'm Phil."

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He's cute when he's focused.

"Shut up! I can't focus if you don't stop thinking!" Phil said leaving the violin on the floor.

"Oh, come on! You weren't even trying anyway!" Charlie said smiling.

"Ugh, I hate you."

"No, you love me." 

Phil sat on Charlie's lap. Charlie smiled at the now sixteen years old.

"Of course I do."

Phil grinned and Charlie leaned on to kiss him. Phil grabbed Charlie's hair and Charlie put his arms around Phil's waist. The black haired boy deepened the kiss. He bit Charlie's bottom lip who responded by gasping and opening his mouth.

I fucking love him. Phil heard Charlie think.

I love you, but don't swear in my head.

Charlie started laughing.

"Charlie! I was enjoying that..." Phil pouted.

"Do you know what I'd enjoy?" Charlie said with what Phil called his "wannabe sexy" voice.

A bunch of images of Phil and Charlie naked appeared in Phil's head.

"Charlie! You can't do that in my head!"

"And what if I do it in real life?" Charlie said before starting to kiss him passionately again.

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"They hate me, Charlie." Phil mumbled burying his face in Charlie's neck.

"They don't hate you, Phil."

"Yes, they  do. They hate me because I have strange hair, and because I like animals, and because I wear colourful clothes, and because "my hair is emo", and because I'm too pale, and too fat and..."

"And who cares? Phil, those boys probably have their own problems, and you'll graduate in a few months and you are you."

"What  is that supposed to mean?"