The Benefits Project ; phan au

2 ; False Hopes

#2

Phil hadn't tried anything while his parents were here since I had made sure I was pretty much with his and my parents throughout the time they were here. Although he did give me a few looks every now and then but no one seemed to pick up on them because they were drinking most of the time. It was half past eleven at night and the Phil's parents had just left. Tilly was still up, sitting on my hip rambling on to me about random TV show things in a high pitched voice since she wasn't used to staying up past her bedtime, plus my mum had given her way too much coca cola. Earlier when we were sat at the dinner table she burst out after drinking her first glass that when she came into my room she saw Phil tickling me and that I was giggling like a school girl. I felt myself go extremely red at that moment but Phil just smiled. My mum just smiled at me but my dad look rather off about it, shooting me an unhappy look. Phil's parents just looked at each other and laughed. Thanks to Tilly though she made my dad smile by saying "They looked like really good friends!". It also made Phil send a smirk my way so I blushed even more. Why did I have to have a bloody crush on him? It would be so much easier to avoid his moves on me if I didn't.

My mum clapped her hands together and said to Phil and I;

"Alright boys, I'm going up to bed since Harry already has, can you put Tilly to bed for me Dan?"

"Yeah sure," I said smiling.

"Thanks! I would like you in bed by midnight, I hope you don't mind sharing a bed Phil? It doesn't mean anything, friends do it all the time! You can just top and tail if you prefer." My mum said brightly running up the stairs sending a wink my way.

I heard the slam of my parents' bedroom door and turned around to make my way up the stairs.

"Your parents still like me, I'm surprised," Phil remarked.

"Well of course they do, my mum and yours are best friends too remember," I said bluntly, walking up the stairs.

"Dan I'm tired..." Tilly slurred, her eyelids dropping sleepily.

"Well that's what you get for drinking too much coke Tilly," I told her. "Phil you can get dressed in my room while I get Tilly ready."

"Thanks," he said and walking into my room, shutting the door. As I put Tilly on her bed I realised that was probably one of the worst mistakes I'd made ever. What if I came into my room and he was just lying on my bed in his boxers? Or worse, naked. I shuddered and fumbled under Tilly's pillow to find her pyjamas. I dressed her in them and she climbed under her covers smiling and then yawning. Even though she was nine she reminded me of her when she was six years old.

"Night Danny," she said sleepily.

I tensed at my name but then smiled warmly.

"Good night munchkin," I was about to close the door when I heard her say;

"I love you!"

I giggled slightly.

"I love you too Tilly."

I then switched the light off and closed the door. I took a deep breath and walked into my room, then closing the door so if anything happened it couldn't be heard. I sincerely thank this house for having sound proof walls and doors. And even if dad or mum heard anything it'd be only muffles so they wouldn't be able to figure out what we were saying. I turned to look at my bed but Phil wasn't there. Instead, he was sat at my piano which was in the corner of my room next to my bed but on a diagonal. My room was medium sized, just consisting of my double bed, piano, bookshelf and built in wardrobe. I also had my TV with gaming consoles - because who doesn't love video games? The walls were painted a light brown.