Dan and Phil Imagines

Phil Imagine

You wrapped your arms around him.

He was always there. It felt familiar and safe. Your eyes peeked open and were greeted with the colour of his beautifully pale skin and the green and blue bedsheets. You tilted your head back and studied his face. He didn't look any older. He still looked like a child with his mouth slightly parted and his hair tousled in every direction. You couldn't believe he was 30.

He started to shift. You leaned your head even farther back so you could watch him as he awoke. "Mm, good morning." He breathed and pecked your lips. "Good morning." You smiled as he pulled you back into his chest. You both laid there silent for a moment, not ready to take on all the tedious tasks of existence just yet.

"Am I allowed to say it?" You ask. He sighs, "go on, then-""Happy birthday, babe!" You shift so you're on top of him kissing his cheeks and playing with his ears. You tangle pieces of his hair around your fingers as you stare at him. "Thank you," he smiles, "but can we not say the 't' word today?" You kiss him. He meant 'thirty.' He was terrified of turning thirty. Thirty meant adult. Thirty meant marriage. Thirty meant children. Thirty meant suburbia. Thirty meant no more play time. Thirty meant--no more Phil.

"You know," you start, "I think there's something sexy about thirty." You kiss him again. "Really?" He asks, his eyes suddenly alert and focusing on every curve of your body. "I do." You pause. "You're still you, Phil. You'll always be sweet and childlike. I don't care how old you are, you hear me?" You raise your eyebrows at him and he smiles. "I love you." He pulls you down for a kiss. "I love you too, Phil." He smirks. "So, can I unwrap you now?"