Abnormal (Phan AU)

Chapter 7

I woke up to the spectacular view of Phil Lester's face, and his hair was all over the place. I had a strong urge to fix it for him while he was still sleeping, but if he woke up who knew how he would react.

Mabye we were laying a bit too close to eachother, but oh well.

Last night Phil had given me one of his sleeping bags. As we were about to go to sleep though, he felt bad that he got to sleep on the bed while I had to sleep on the floor because he was just that fucking precious. He couldn't find any other sleeping bags though, so in the end we just decided to sleep in the bed together.

It ended up being a bit squishy since his bed was a twin size, but for me it had felt cozy. I had never really been that close to someone before, but I didn't react how I thought I would've. It had actually been quite nice.

Phil had wanted to stay up late, because conviently it had been a Friday. I told him I had sleeping problems, so I had to take sleeping pills and sleep before midnight or else my whole sleeping schedule would get really messed up. It had obviously been a lie, but I was good in the art of being untruthful. Me and Phil had regretfully went to bed at eleven.

I unwillingly got out of the warm, snugly bed and went to go take my energy pills before I forgot. After I gulped them down, I went and shaked Phil.

"Get up sleepyhead!" I giggled.

"Dan, what the heck."

"Get up!"

"Dan why'd you wake me up, why couldn't you let me sleep in peace."

"Cause I'm a selfish brat, I want your company."

Phil laughed, but for a second I saw a brief frown on him. For a second he had looked sad.

"Phil what is it?" I said, trying not to sound too
invasive.

"What is what?" Phil replied pretending that nothing had happened.

I didn't know what I was going to do next and I was filled with doubt but that all went away when I thought fuck it. Phil didn't deserve to be sad, and I knew this feeling all too well so why not just go ahead and comfort him?

"Phil I saw that look on your face, please tell me what's wrong. I don't want you to be sad." Before I knew what I was doing, I had put my arm around him and pulled him in a little bit closer. I hope that hadn't made Phil uncomfortable.

Suddendly tears were silently streaming down Phil's face, and even though Phil's face was becoming red he didn't make a sound.

I had no idea what he was feeling, but I wanted to tell him it was alright, but I automatically got rid of that thought. It was obvious that he wasn't alright. I didn't want to comfort him with lies.

So I just awkwardly sat there, arm around him like an idiot not knowing what to do. If I did something it might be the wrong thing or too personal, but doing nothing felt horrible.

I couldn't handle the silence anymore so I just went for it. I gave Phil an awkward underhug, much less meaningful than the one Phil had given me earlier.

"Y-you know you can tell me anything right. I'm here. I will listen, and I do care."

Apparently I had said the right thing to say, because Phil smiled a little, even through his tears.

"Thanks Dan."

It took Phil a moment to recollct himself but after he did he spoke up.

"My best and only friend died a couple of months ago. The last time I had a sleepover was with her."

There was a moment of silence, but after some time I spoke up.

"I'm so sorry Phil, that's horrible."

After that there was some more silence, but then Phil suddenly smiled and said, "Well I'm sorry for making everything so sad, let's go get some breakfast! "

How he could perk up so fast I had no idea. Well he was probably faking it for the sake of his company, but oh if only I could be so talented in that field.

I decided to play along though and replied with a simple, "Okay." Besides I ignored the negative thinking, I knew Phil was going to get back into a better mood soon and that we would still have a blast like before.

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The walk back home felt like forever. Phil told me I could stay as long as I liked, but I knew I couldn't do that. My giddiness from before was now replaced by utter dread as I saw my house in the distance

As I got on my street, I saw my house and saw that my father's car wasn't there. I was filled with instant relief, but I knew this was temporary.

As the days went on, my dad did come home most days but always very late. My friendship with Phil was growing, the voices inside my head trying to stop it were not enough. He meant so much to me now, more than he should have. There was so much more positivity in my life now, the fact that Phil could make my demon's go away for even a second was a blessing. Bless that boy.

And my mom, well she hasn't come home in a week. After the seven day mark passed, I actually started to get genuinely worried. Even though she gave no shits about me, I had a bad habit of caring too much about others.

Phil though...