Death Of A Bachelor (Phan)

15. Victorious 2

"I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve
I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep
Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red
Fifty words for murder and I'm every one of them" - Victorious

Dans POV

Today was another stay around the house kinda day. It didn't seem as loud as it had been at the start of the season. We were all down to 4 contestants, Caspar, Alfie, Phil and surprisingly Me. I wasn't expecting us four to be the last people standing, but i guess that's just how Zoe likes her men. Caspar and Alfie still had tension between them. It was less anger and more awkward, don't-know-what-to-say kinda vibes. One person would walk into the room and the other would just avoid eye contact, or walk out. This sort of made it harder for Phil and I to talk to them, because we were socially awkward enough, without having to try to rekindle their friendship.

Speaking of, Phil and I have been a bit weird around each other, which upsets me. We're still close, VERY close, but I'm not sure where we are relationship wise. Being officially together would make me very happy, but what would happen to the show? would Zoe be heartbroken? I ponder these thoughts as i walk into phil and I's room. The room appeared to be empty, meaning Phil could've possibly gone to get food from the kitchen. I lay down onto my bed and scroll mindlessly on my phone to distract me from my pressing thoughts.

I listen closely to hear the sound of the shower running, which i didn't notice before. Phil must be in the shower. I continue to scroll on twitter, reading peoples thoughts and emotions on my twitter feed. I find myself in browsing position when the sound of the shower stops. I don't pay much attention to this and only look up when i hear Phil stumble into the room. our eyes meet for a moment, before he looks away, clutching tighter on his towel. And thats when i notice. He's ONLY in a towel.

I instinctively make a disgruntles noise from the back of my throat, before i blush and very noticeably turn to lay flat on my stomach, and avoid eye contact. I hear Phil clear his throat and start to rummage through his drawers. After a bit of shuffling, everything goes quiet so I peer over my shoulder only to be met with phils glowing smile, standing right behind me. When he catches my eye, his smile turns into a teasing smirk. "Did you like what you saw Dan?"

I freeze, taking in the tone of his voice. I slowly sit up and turn to face him. I blink at him for a moment, my face completely neutral as I challenge his mischievous eyes, wondering what he could be thinking. "Yes I did" I breathe out. Phil looks surprised at my answer before his facade breaks and he's left giggling to himself at the end of my bed. I look at him fondly. "What was that about?"

His blues eyes catch mine and he beams at me, with a slight blush in his cheeks once again. "Just trying to catch you off guard" Phil replies. I roll my eyes again, resuming back into my browsing position on my bed, as phil looks at me, still smiling,  we sit in silence for a moment, before phil is back to his awkward self, looking around trying to figure out what to do. I roll my eyes fondly. "Well what are you waiting for?" I ask him.

Phil looks at me confused. "What?" I glance at him, my face giving an 'are you kidding?' Type look. "Well" I begin, "I want a cuddle right now, so are you joining me?" It takes phil a moment to process what I had just said before he nods his head enthusiastically, but still not showing any sign of movement. "Well what are you waiting for? Get over her you spork" I say, dropping my phone and opening my arms enough for him to climb into them.

As he lays down, I feel his slightly damp hair brush against chin, emitting the smell of strawberries. I take in the scent, that will forever remind me of phil and I plant a kiss to the top of his head. Phil tilts his head enough to look up at me, his blue eyes shining. We say no words, yet no words have to be spoken, as I grin down at him, my dimple clearly protruding from my cheek.

Our faces are very close now and I can feel his light breathing hitting against me. I flicker my eyes town to his lips then back up to his eyes once again. We instinctively start to move closer together, leaning until our lips are slightly brushing against each other's. Phil moves and closes the gap, sealing out lips in a slow and careful kiss. The kiss isn't needy nor lustful but it held a lot of emotion. Our lips moved together in perfect sync, as we showed our emotions for each other. The air around us was comfortable and warming, and the kiss was solely passionate.

We break away for breath, as we stare at each other with shit-eating grins on our faces. I tighten my arms around Phil and bring him closer, making him lay across my chest. I run my hands through his soft black hair and breathe in contentedly. Phil lets out a happy sigh and pressed a feather like kiss to my chest, once again giving me butterflies. We lay there in each other's arms, feeling well at peace, with all of our worries far from our minds as we hold each other close, like nothing else in the world actually mattered.

One thought had taken over though. I think I'm in love with Phil Lester, and in my mind that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••A/N: Hey guys! I just got back from my sisters formal dinner thing and I am knackered, but I did promise that I would update again this week and well here it is! Anywhale I am very tired and don't have much else to say except LOOK AT THE FOND IN THE PICTURE I TAGGED! Apart from that I'm good. But how are you guys liking the story so far? Please let me know, I would enjoy some feedback!

Lots o love,
Elisaveth ❤️