Hearts Beat~ PhilxReader

Chapter 22

(A/N: I decided just to put chapters instead of names. It's easier for me to write like that so yeah.)
Y/N= your name Y/LN= your last name F/N= friend's name
You wake up and realize that you are in your bed in your mum's house. You were confused. The last thing you remember is watching The Lion King with Phil.
You check your phone to see if Phil left a message or anything. Nothing. You sit up in bed. You begin to get out of bed only to find Phil asleep on the floor next to your bed.

He wakes up.
"Good morning," he mutters before covering his head with a pillow, "Please don't step on me, love," he mutters again.
You sit down next you him. You remove the pillow that is on top of his head. You gently kiss his check. He smiles. He turns so he is lying on his back, facing you. He sits up and kisses you.
"You fell asleep when we were watching the movie so I brought you back. Your mum suggested that I stay," Phil explains.
"Why didn't you sleep with me in my bed?" you ask.
"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything," he replies.
"Phil, you wouldn't make me uncomfortable," you smile at him, "You can sit in my bed if you want. It probably more comfortable than the floor," you suggest.
He scoops you up and gently sets you down on your bed before sitting next to you on the bed.
"Do you want me to get some snacks?" you offer sitting up.
He grabs onto your waist, "Don't leave me alone. I'll be cold and I'll freeze to death," he exaggerates. You roll your eyes but you can't help but laugh.
"But I'm hungry and I have to go to work in an hour," you whine.
"I'll call Dan and tell him to bring food. Then you can go to work," Phil responds trying to persuade you.
"Fine," you sigh trying to hide your smile. Phil gets up to text Dan.
You lie down. You slowly fall asleep again. That's when it hits you. You haven't been hit in a while. It wasn't a person who hit you. It was a nightmare. Well, in this case it was a daymare. It was the same one. It was F/N's death.
"Why are you so happy? You should feel guilty. I could've lived. I could've been there to help you with your relationship with Phil. But I didn't live because you killed me. You could've saved me but you didn't and I hate you for it," F/N hisses.
You wake up from your nightmare. You start trembling and you start sobbing.
"Are you okay?" Phil asks. He sits in front of you. He wraps his arms around you tightly.
"I had a nightmare about F/N's death. They said it was my fault that they died," you sob.
"Y/N? Look at me," Phil whispers. You look up, "It's not your fault. It's going to be okay. You would never hurt F/N," he strokes your hair as he tries to call you down.
"But it felt so real. F/N was still there. They were alive and talking to me," you protest.
"Things are going to get better. Okay? Even if things aren't okay, I'll be here for you," he comforts you. He wipes away your tears.
"Thanks," you mutter burying your face into his shirt.
It smelled safe. You felt safe with him. You decide that Phil was what safe was suppose to smell like. He was warm, caring, loving, and everything else that describes safe.
"Anytime, love. Dan should be here any moment with the food," Phil smiles at you. Someone knocks on the front door.
"I'll get it," Phil offers. He gets up and skips out of the room causing you to giggle. You put on your grey mouse onesie and walk downstairs.

(A/N: Your onesie is cute!)
"I like your onesie, Y/N," Dan chuckles.
"Thank you, Daniel," you smirk.
"You look adorable. I should start calling you mouse," Phil laughs.
"Do you realize how much irony is in that sentence? You don't like cheese. Mice supposedly like cheese. I am a mouse. But you can call me mouse if you want," you grin.
"So are you guys going to eat?" Dan interrupts. You all sit down in front of the television with the food that Dan brought.
"What a sexy little Poptart," Phil comments.

Dan falls down laughing, "Phil, you don't call a Poptart 'sexy'. Especially in front of your girlfriend," Dan tells Phil.
"It's okay," you giggle, "Phil, I'm going to start calling you Poptart," you reply kissing the top of his nose.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of Mouse and Poptart. If any of you know why they should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace," Dan proclaims.
"Um.. Daniel?" you whisper.
"Yes, mouse?" Dan whispers back grinning.
"Poptart and I aren't getting married," you reply rolling your eyes before you take a bite of your food.
"Oh well. It'll happen eventually," Dan sighs, "One day,"