Fiona //phan AU

7

(TW!!)

Dan

"He raped me" Those words kept ringing through my head as I stare up at my dark ceiling. Phil finally calmed down enough to fall asleep, but now, with Phil lying peacefully next to me, it is me who needs to calm down enough to sleep. I have so many questions:

Who?

Obviously his dad, I can piece together that much.

When? How long ago was it? How old was he?

Who has he told?

Where? Was his mother in the same house? Did she know what was going on?

So many questions coursing through my brain. I sit up and look down at the sleeping Phil. He looks so at ease, not a care in the world. I can't help but think that the only time this poor boy can get away from his demons is in his sleep. But maybe not even then.

I lay back down and continue staring at the ceiling. I focus on calming my mind down, but that only makes it more awake. I feel the stirring of the boy next to me as he rolls over and drapes an arm around my chest, his head on my shoulder. I freeze, unsure of what to do. I hate when people touch me and cuddling is not a thing that I do, but somehow, this doesn't phase me as much as I thought it would.

I focus my thoughts on the dark-haired boy, how he was so broken at a young age, and still is. How, even though he is probably the most broken and hurt person I have ever met, he keeps on fighting.

My hand that was lying at my side, now finds its way up to Phil's arm across my chest, caressing it in sync with his breathing.

What am I doing? I don't know this guy, and yet I am basically cuddling him.

Well, to be fair, he was the one to roll over.

No matter how much I think this is wrong, I can't help but feel like this is right.

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I wake up to someone stirring, I open one eye and jump when I see that Phil's head is resting on my chest, lolling around.

How the hell did he end up like that? This is so wrong.

I decide to push him off of me as gently as I could, but I guess it wasn't as gently as I had hoped, because Phil's eyes open abruptly.

"What in the--" He starts.

"'Morning," I said and smiled at him. "How'd you sleep?"

"Probably the best I've slept in years," he yawned.

"Good. You hungry? We can grab something before school," I say, looking at him.

As soon as I say the word "school" his face turns to that of horror.

"Shit! I totally forgot about school," He curses and quickly rushes out of the bed.

"Relax, we can be a bit late. I'll take you back to your house so you can grab clothes and your backpack, it's not a big deal."

"B-but...my dad."

My eyes widen. I completely forgot about his dad. Shit.

"Um...no worries, you can borrow some of my clothes. And who needs a backpack anyway? I'll purposely forget mine so you don't feel left out." I rush around grabbing bits of clothes for me to wear and then rummage through my closet to find stuff for him to wear. Although, he is the same height as me, he's definitely a lot skinnier than me.