Wait For It {Phil × Reader}

20- Help

A/n

  The more chapters there are the worse the titles get.

Y/n pov

  After the night Phil had his nightmare, which was only 3 nights ago, he's been acting weird. I can't really tell if its a good weird or not. He spends almost all his time with me, practically terrified to leave my side. I actually had to force him to make a video, of which I had to sit by the door the whole time because he was scared id be gone.

  But everytime we get slightly romantic, he freaks out. Kind of like when he acted whenever we went a tiny bit to far in the past, but now its all the time. I can barley hold his hand anymore.

  I don't know what happened in his nightmare, and Im not going to press him about it, but I need to help him with coping with it.

  That's why Im standing in front of his apartments front door, waiting for it to be answered. I heard someone running to the door. Seconds later the door was opened by my brown haired friend, his face lit up by excitement.

  His excited expression faded once he saw me. "Oh. Hey." he stepped out of the way and let me in.

  I weakly smiled at him. "Hey."

  He shut the door and walked into the lounge. He clicked off the TV. "What do you want?" his tone wasnt hostile. But it wasnt kind either. It was.... Monotone.

  "I needed to talk to you." he stayed silent, looking over at something. I followed his gaze to their shelf with all of their stuff. As I looked more at all the stuff up there, I realized which shelf he was looking at.

  The one with all the stuff they had together. Their books, plushies, pictures from their photoshoots.

  I looked over at him. "Do you want to talk?"

  He sighed and looked to the ground. "I don't know. I kinda do but not to the person who stole my best friend."

  "I didn't try, Dan. I've tried to send him back here but he refuses to leave my side. Saying something about if he does ill be gone." I looked down at the ground. "Honestly,  its annoying me."

  He looked up at me curiously. "How do you mean?"

  "Well first off, he doesn't leave my side ranting about not being able to lose me. Then he freaks out if I even try to hold his hand. He keeps having this nightmare that keeps making everything worse." I looked up and met his eyes. "And he keeps having panic attacks. Freaking out and scream my name. Ill be sitting right in front of him trying to calm him down but he wont even notice that Im there. It scares me sometimes because I don't understand. He wasnt like this before." I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.

  "Have you ever asked about his nightmares?"

  I shook my head. "I thought it would be better if I didn't bother him about it." I sat, double guessing myself.

  "It might be one of the reasons hes acting the way he is. Something might have happened in it that makes him freak out. Just ask him about it next chance you get." I nodded in response to his words.

  We talked about possible things to do to help him for the next few hours.

  I heard the front door click open, Turning my attention the door way to the lounge. A few seconds later the raven haired boy, we had just spent hours talking about, was standing with his head bowed.

  He slowly made his way over to the sofa and fell down next to me, trapping me in his now-cold embrace. He tried to keep his tears and cries in but failed, crying into my shoulder.