Headphones // Phil X Reader

Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning and got dressed. I laid on my couch staring at he ceiling.
"Hmm... Bored!" I said to myself. I looked around to find something to occupy myself with. Nothing. I got up and sat on the sofa. I turned on the television. Nothing. I had a look on Netflix. Nothing. It was then that I decided to he up and go to Phil's. I left the apartment and nocked on his door.
"Hey Y/N," He said half heartedly.
"Oh Phil! What's wrong?" I asked. He sighed and opened his door. I went inside and saw that nothing except for the lights was on.
"Come on," he said as he walked into his bedroom. I followed. I would follow him anywhere.
"Tell me what's up," I said as I sat in front of his television.
"Its... I just... I miss Dan, it doesn't feel right knowing that he's in hospital," he said looking down at the floor.
"Let's go out," I said standing up.
"Peters Park?" Phil said looking up at me. I nodded. We left then and there.

When we got there, we sat on the swings. I rested my head on the chain and looked at Phil.
"You know I miss him too," I told him.
"Of course you do. We are your best friends," He said. I felt like crying again. I closed my eyes tight so Phil wouldn't see. I felt him hold my hand. I opened them to see Phil looking at me with a reassuring smile.
"Its OK we will see him tomorrow Y/N, stay strong," He said and with that, we stood up to leave.

At night...

I had stayed at Phil's house for the whole day. We sat on his couch and watched a lot of random things. A little bit of anime, a little bit of breaking bad and other things that I forget. I was at that stage where you are asleep but you're still aware of what's happening around you. Phil looked at me and I could feel him smile. He stood up and looked at me.
"Ok, here it goes," he said and he slid an arm under my legs and the other behind my back. He picked me up and held me like a child.
Kinda like this:

I was very light so it didn't surprise me that he was able to pick me up. He carried me out of his apartment and into mine. He gently placed me on my bed and wrote something on a piece of paper. He took off my old scarf and coat then slid off my shoes. I don't know why I didn't take them off earlier but I suppose it was quite cold. He put my things in a neat pile at the foot of my bed.
"Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams," he whispered and he turned off the lights and left. I felt a small smile creep across my face and with that, I fell asleep.