$20 For You {D.H. & P.L.}

I Love You

            Cause I can't help
       Falling in love
    With
You

       Dan

   Waking up is fun. Especially when it takes you a moment to realize why you are being cuddled by a guy in a hospital gown. When you do realize that fact however, you really wish you had remembered it in a second, as it probably gives you a warm, fluffy, feeling.
His face is buried in my hoodie, his jet black hair, poking out in little tuffs. His bandaged arm is lightly draped over my hip, and his legs are curled at my thigh.

     I can hear his soft breathing, and can feel  his fluttering heartbeat, combined with the slight rise and fall of his chest. The sounds of the heart monitor beeping steadily, and the darkness outside the window. It's a nice silence, combined with the fact I'm not alone. I'm not alone. Pulling out my watch, and seeing the time, 2am. Why the hell did I wake up at 2am. I'm probably not going to sleep anyways, so might as well stay awake.

     I look down at Phil again, and he's still peacefully sleeping, the cut on his cheek covered with a bandage. It makes me curious as to how someone could hurt him. What the hell is wrong with someone that they feel the need to hurt him, he didn't do anything wrong, so what the hell.

   A small whimper comes from the pastel boy, and his grip on my hoodie gets tighter. "Phil, hey." I whisper softly, attempting to loosen his grip on my hoodie. Which quite frankly doesn't work out quite well, as I think he successfully managed to grab more of my hoodie. He looks up at me, his icy blue eyes glinting in the darkness. "What time is it?" He mumbles, sleep lacing his voice. "About 2am, just go back to sleep." I reply quickly, moving his black fringe to one side. "What are you still doing here?" He asks, pulling back to look at me.

    "I said I was going to stay, and so here I am. I called off work and I'm here." I shrug, hoping he'll go back to sleep. "Wait why did you stay?" He asks, the grogginess starting to fade, as his eyes get more alert. "Because I care, and I'm gonna stay. I'm not leaving you alone while you are like this, I'm not stupid Phil, nor am I completely heartless." His response is exactly what I expected, as he lays down again, staring at the ceiling. "You know they said that they can't help the scar, that it's permanent?" He sighs, causing literally the mood to just drop in this room. Well done Phil, well done.

    Considering what I could say to him, could end up with him punching me or cussing me out, which I deserve in the end but still. "If you really want to, wear long sleeves, or cover it with makeup. Other than that, don't hide it, it just shows how close minded and dumb he is." It may sound like I'm getting annoyed, and quite frankly I'm anything but annoyed. Mad, yes, but not at Phil. Looking up at him again, I see a single tear slide down his cheek.

     It glints slightly because of the light over the sink, but it's one of many. I can feel little tuffs of his hair as he buries his forehead into my collarbone. Placing my hands gently around his waist,  and pulling him onto my lap. Hearing the slight sound of his sharp breaths, muffled by my jacket.

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   So apparently that's how my night ends up, with him now curled on my lap, fast asleep, yet again. What am I gonna do with this kid. My head is throbbing, my heart crashing and falling, my dear god.

What the fuck am I doing.

I also realize I'm doing what I do best when I'm nervous, that damn lip ring. Playing with random bits of his black hair, leaving me with yet another bit of time to think. His words do hit me though, Please don't leave me. Great, more guilt for me to have on my plate, as if I needed more.

     The blanket fell from his shoulders, which is really annoying considering I was actually quite warm. Awkwardly reaching around the boy curled on my lap, I manage to grab the blanket, and pull it over the both of us. Pressing the control panel on the bed, I manage to put it up in a more sitting position before leaning back.

     "Ich werde dich nicht verlassen Pastell Junge"

A/N:

   Translation: I'm not gonna leave you, pastel boy
(It's in German)

   Also thank you LivLifeToTheFullest for bugging me during lunch, 6th period, and 7th period to update my story. ❤️