My Youth is Yours (Phil x Reader)

5

Phil's POV

Even after our moment, the ignoring didn't stop. Sure, I did exist a little more than I did day one, but it still wasn't enough.

It began again the next day. Saturday.

Y/N and I always go out to our favourite café for a hot chocolate to start our weekends.

We walked in and sat at our favourite table. We ordered our favourite drinks. We talked about what we missed, if we did miss anything. It's kind of hard for us to miss any news when we're literally always together. But still, there's always something to talk about.

So far, it feels as if it's just our normal Saturday morning. Until he walks in.

The sight of him makes me groan, earning a look from Y/N. She turns around to look in the direction I'm facing and smiles. "Jake!" She yells excitedly.

He turns and looks in our direction, catching sight of Y/N and flashes her that model smile of his.

He strolls over and stops next to Y/N. "Hi, there," he looks her up and down. "Wow, you're looking.." he stops and hesitates. Y/N is wearing a plaid shirt and jeans with her worn out F/C converse. Her hair is braided, her only accessories are her black, diamond earrings, a watch and a (F/COLOURS) bracelet made from string that I made for her years ago but she hasn't taken it off since, and although she's perfect without even the tiniest bit, a small amount of makeup. I think she looks amazing, no matter what she's wearing.

But then there's Jake, who is still thinking of a word to say. ".... Wonderful," he finally says.

Y/N fakes a smile, obviously noticing Jake's hesitation to find a nice compliment but she's too nice to say so.

"Anyway, mind if I sit with you?" She blushes and turns to me.

"Phil?" It's then Jake realises I'm here and scowls. I'm about to turn down but see Y/N's pleading eyes. Sighing, I nod. Once again, I have to hear Jake blubbering and flirting with Y/N. It makes me sick.

I thought Y/N said she wouldn't ditch me. I thought Jake didn't mean anything to her anymore. I guess it was all just out of pity.

"Hey, Y/N?" He stands, looking as if he's about to leave. Phew.

"Yes, Jake?"

"Would you like to go for a walk?" What?!

She shrugs. "I guess so," then she turns to me. "Coming, Phil?"

I'm about to stand up when Jake pushes me back down. "I was kind of thinking just the two of us?"

Y/N hesitates for a bit but gives in. "Sure. See you later, Phil!" They then walk out of the café together, leaving me sitting there open mouthed. As they walk past the window, Jake turns to me and smirks then sneaks his arm around her shoulders.

Angry, upset and jealous, I look down at my feet. Why do I even bother?

I get up from the table and quickly walk out of the café. Not only because I can't stand being in the café which has become mine and Y/N's place, our place, but because I didn't want a bunch of elderly men and women who have gone to the café to have a nice coffee and meet up with friends see me crying over a girl who can't see how much I love her.

I keep running until I get to the corner of our street. I find the nearest bush and, without thinking, I hide.

I can't go home to my parents. Why are you crying, Phil? Why are you home so early? Where's Y/N? Did something happen between the two of you? I couldn't answer any of their questions. I can't tell them I love Y/N. I don't know how they'd respond.

Five minutes past. Or maybe ten. I don't know. I'm crying too much to know.

"Phil?" I snap my head up and look in the direction of the voice. "Why are you crying? And why on earth are you hiding in my bush?"

I sigh and a few more tears slip. "Kat, I really don't want to talk about it. And I'm sorry. I didn't know that this was your house."

Kat climbs in and sits next to me. Twigs pull at her hair but she doesn't mind. "Phil, tell me what's wrong. I'm not Y/N, but I'm the next best thing... I hope. Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"

My vision goes blurry from tears again and I fear that I'll burst out crying once more. "S-she's with Jake," I manage to choke out.

"That new kid? I don't blame her. He is hot as fu-" I glare at her. "I am not helping, am I? Well, Phil, you shouldn't worry so much. He is nothing compared to you. Especially to Y/N. She loves you, Phil."

I glare at my large feet. Part of me thinks that what Kat is saying is true, and Y/N does love me. But the other part of me thinks it's just more pity. No, I know it's more pity.

"Keep telling lies like that and your tongue will fall off." And with that, I leave the bush and make my way home. I don't care what my family will think anymore.

I've had enough.

Your POV

Ping!

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, bored of Jake's blubbering and glad that someone is finally texting me.

One new message.

Kat :P- What have you done? Phil is in a shitty mood and apparently it's you and that fuck boy Jake who did it.

I look at the text in disbelief.

Y/N- What do you mean? I just went for a walk with him!

Kat :P- And Phil couldn't join you? He's your best friend!

I read the text over and over. He is my best friend. Not Jake.

"Y/N? What's up?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. I gotta go."

"But you can't go! I haven't finished my story!"

"Well, then, you'll have to finish it another time. Got to go!" Before he says another word I speed walk away.

Y/N- I'm on my way to see him now.

~Time skip~

Knock knock.

I wait impatiently outside the Lester's home, waiting for anyone to answer.

The handle turns and the door swings open, revealing Phil's older brother.

"Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I'd just like to talk to Phil."

He looks at me apologetically. "You can try. He won't say anything to anyone. He got home and ran straight to his room."

He steps back and lets me in. "Okay. Thanks, Martyn!" I rush up the stairs and to Phil's room. Normally I'd just rush in and say what I want to say, but this time, I softly knock.

I hear a muffled, 'what?' and slowly open the door, peaking my head in. He's laying on his bed, his eyes puffy and his pale cheeks stained with tears. He looks just like he did yesterday afternoon.

"I'm guessing it was Jake again?" He turns his head towards me, his eyes which are normally bright with happiness and excitement are full of gloom.

"Congratulations, you're not completely oblivious!" He mutters.

My heart sinks. I did it again.

"Phil-"

"No! I don't want to hear it! I don't care! You obviously meant nothing you said yesterday, so why should a believe you now? No, don't answer that! Just get out!" I don't protest. I just leave. It's not until I get home and into my room that I let the tears flow.

This is only our second argument... ever! Well, serious argument. What has gotten into Phil? Why is he being so harsh? I never meant him any harm. I wish he knew that.

And I wish he knew that I love him.