Please Don't Go

New // Chapter 4

The evening arrived in no time at all.

Phil is dressed in his turquoise flowery dress shirt and black jeans, still wearing his normal white shoes. I'm dressed in a black shirt, black jeans, and my same black shoes.

"You look beautiful," I said, kissing Phil lightly. He kisses me back, our lips moving in perfect harmony. 

"Thank you," Phil blushed. "You look great, too,"

"Thanks," I mumble, grabbing my wallet and phone. I also grab a small navy blue felt box and slip them into my pockets. I take my jacket, while Phil insists that he won't get cold. He's so adorable when he's being stubborn. I just shrugged my shoulders and said okay.

We left our flat and stepped outside. Phil's arms twitched a little.

"Cold?" I asked sarcastically.

"Nope. Not at all," Phil responded, smiling. His face was flushed with pink from the cold.

"Okay..." I said, wrapping my arm around Phil. He reached for my other hand. 

"Is this okay?" I asked him. We hadn't told the fans yet, so I wanted to make sure that he was okay with this. 

"Yes," Phil stated quickly, kissing my cheek. 

"Okay," I said, walking with him slowly and silently to the Starbucks down our street. We reach it about ten minutes later, walking into the warm little cafe. We take a seat by the foggy window and Phil stays back as I go up and order drinks. He wanted a caramel macchiato, and so did I, so I ordered two of them.

"Thank you," I mumbled to the person behind the counter and took our drinks. I brought them back to the table to find Phil playing Crossy Road. 

"And, yet again, Phil has abandoned all forms of communication to play Crossy Road," I chuckled. Phil looked up and laughed with his tongue between his teeth.

"Sorry! I'm having a good streak, today!" Phil cried, grinning, pink from outside still visible on his cheeks.

"It's fine. Finish your level," I said, resting my face on my hands, watching his adorable focus. He finished his level and put his phone in his pocket.

"So, its already October... Spooky Week is soon...ish," Phil acknowledged.

"Yeah. What do you think we should play?" I asked, sipping my drink as Phil did the same.

"I don't know. I'll keep it in mind," Phil replied.

"My hands are so cold," I said, making the "o" longer for exaggeration. Phil takes my hands in his and massages them. He kisses the top my hands, then holds them in his.

"Your hands are nice and warm," I comment, blushing and smiling.

"Thank you?" Phil said, but it came out like a question.

"Yeah," I responded, holding his hands and sipping my coffee. We chatted at Starbucks for a little while; about half an hour, actually.

"Phil, look at the time. Its already 9:30," I laughed. I can't believe that we've been here talking for so long.

"It is, isn't it?" Phil chuckled. I still had somewhere to take him, and we had already finished our drinks, so we left Starbucks, and I took his hand, taking him to a little pond that had a beautiful view. You could see the stars shimmering in the water and in Phil's beautiful eyes.

"Phil, you look so beautiful," I said, looking at him adoringly. Phil blushed. He didn't say anything.

"Why are we here?" Phil asked finally. He didn't sound angry or anything, if anything, he seemed excited.