My Youth is Yours (Phil x Reader)

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Your POV

"I can't leave Phil," I mutter.

"And I can't leave you here with your father. I know this is going to be hard, but we can always come back and visit him."

I shake my head. "It won't be the same."

And it won't. Phil and I had plans. Plans to run away, plans to always be together. Who knows how that will all work out after I leave.

I sniffle and wipe the tears off my cheeks, just for more to pour out.

"Y/N-"

"I've got to go see Phil," I cut her off and stand.

Once I'm on the porch, I take my phone out again and text Phil back.

Y/N: I need to tell you something, too.

I hit send and slowly make my way to the park.

Of course, I get there first, giving me time to think.

How am I going to tell him I have to leave? How am I going to tell him that we can't... be together? We can't be together...

I lean against the tree and sob. I cry so hard it makes my throat burn and I have difficulties breathing.

"Y/N?"

Phil's POV

I stare at the girl I love leaning against the tree, head in hands, her shoulders shaking. Although I'm a fair distance away, I can hear her moans and sniffles. (Mind out of the gutter, you)

"Y/N?" I call out to her. She looks up her red, puffy eyes and tear stained face. I run to her, scared about what I'm about to hear, and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. She cries into my chest, soaking my shirt with tears. "What happened? Was it another fight?"

She shakes her head. "I'm so sorry, Phil," she chokes out. I pull away and move my hands from her back to her shoulders, holding onto them with a firm grip.

"Hey, look at me." Her glossy E/C eyes lock onto mine and a knot forms in my stomach. "Why are you sorry?"

"We can't be together, Phil."

My heart sinks. "W-what do you mean? Why?" I feel my own eyes begin to tear up.

"My parents got a divorce."

"What, so you mean to say we can't be together because your parents no longer are? What do you mean, Y/N? Are you scared that I will hurt you?"

"No, Phil-"

"What is it then?" I shout, cutting her off. "I... don't you... y-you love me, right?"

"That's the problem. I-I love you. I love you so much. And I want us to be together, more than anything in the world. B-but..."

"But what?"

One after one, tears roll down her cheeks. "I'm leaving, Phil," she blurts.

At that moment, it feels like everything stops. The cars driving past, the birds chirping, Y/N's sobs all drown out as my heart shatters, along with my hopes and dreams.

I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend in this spot and at this moment. Now, it's pointless. Even if I do ask her now, it will make things worse. She'll be taken away from me and our relationship will never work. When you hear about long-distance relationships, you hear the same stories. Fights, stress, lying and cheating. And I can't live like that. Y/N can't live like that.

"When?" Is all I manage to say.

"Due to Mum already packing most of our essentials and buying a house... Tuesday," she mumbled.

I frown. "So three more days?" A tear slides down my cheek as she nods.

"Phil, I really am sorry."

I pull her back into a hug to hide the tears streaming down my face. "You have no need to be sorry. I do."

"For what?"

"... For not asking you sooner..."