Wait For It {Phil × Reader}

31- Dress

Y/n pov

Phil shook me awake the next morning. "Y/n, Dan wants to know if you want to go to dinner with us." i rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.

"Dinners forever away. Let me sleep."

  "Ya, but Dan needs to know right now so he knows if he actually needs to make the reservations or not."

  "What?" I looked over at him, one eye still covered by my pillow.

  "Dan didn't explain much. Just asked if we wanted to go to dinner." 

I groaned. "Fine." I muttered through the pillow.

  "You don't have to."

  "I'll go. I just need more sleep so leave me alone for a bit, okay?"

  "Okay." He placed a small kiss on my hand before walking out, tiny text noises coming from his phone.

   I moved around for a bit, trying to get comfortable. Failing, I laid flat on my back. I stared at the ceiling and tried to will myself to sleep. It didn't work. Just made it harder. After about 10 minutes Phil walked back in. He looked at me for a moment, then walked over to the bed and laid down next to me.

  "Thought you were going back to sleep." He whispered.

  "So did I." I looked over at him. "Could you help me?"

  "Nah. That'd make me boring then, wouldn't it?" he smiled at me.

  "No. That'd make you helpful." I cuddled up next him, hoping to convince him.

  "I don't want you to go back to sleep though." he gave me a short, soft kiss. "What about we find an outfit for you to wear, ya?"

  "But we don't have to leave till...." I thought for a moment. "Some time this evening."

  "6," he replied. "And I need to make sure we don't have to go shopping or anything. And I need to swing by my flat to get my suit."

  "Fine." I got up and grabbed a random tee shirt out of my closet and a pair of jeans out of the draw and threw them at Phil. "Done."

  "No. It has to be something fancy." he whined as I fell onto the bed.

  "Good luck with that." I told him as he got up, a tiny growl from his throat.

  "What's this?" he asked a few minutes later. I looked over at him. He held up the black dress I wore to one of the dances back in secondary school (I hope that's right....).

  "That's not going to fit." I told him, closing my eyes again.

  "Aww, come on. Please? I remember this being too big." he sang the last part, a smile coming to his lips.

  "Ya. When I was 15. I probably grew into it then out of it. Im pretty sure its not going to fit."

  "Okay. How about you just try it on for me right now, then you'll never have to wear it again." he reasoned. I thought about it for a minute.

  "Fine." I said getting up and grabbing the dress out of his hands. I quickly changed out of my clothes, making extra sure Phil's eyes were closed, and pulled the dress on. It surprisingly fit. It was a little tight around my torso. It didn't go down as far as it was meant to. But other that those things, it was pretty fine.

  "Damn." I heard Phil whisper from the bed.

  I turned to him with tiny dagger eyes. "Your eyes were suppose to be closed!"

  "They were for a little bit. Then I got a text. I didn't see anything don't worry about it." he quickly left a peck on my lips then went back to the dress. "It fits quite nice though, doesn't it?" he asked, taking a step back to admire it.

  "Ya. Its bit tight around this area though." I said placing my hands around my stomach. Phil took a step forward, closer to me again, and gently ran his hands down my sides a single time to feel to tightness. I didn't mind it much. Me 15 years ago, when I last wore it, would care very much though.

  "I guess it is. Can you still breath fine?" He asked, leaving his hands on my waist.

  "Ya." I whispered. He moved his head a bit closer to mine. Our lips were only millimeters apart. He took a step back, taking his hands off my waist and putting them in the air. His eyes were still closed but his head was hung.

  "Im sorry." he said, a bit quietly but still a talking voice.

  "No. Its fine." I said, some disappointment probably mixing in with the letters.

  "Im sorry." he whispered. He crossed his arms across his chest, looking down in embarrassment.