FGFF ~ Dan and Phil X reader interactive story

8

I thought a moment before picking up my phone.

"I can't I'm a little bit busy at the moment." I sent him. I wasn't though, I just didn't really feel like doing anything to be completely honest. I especially didn't want to risk seeing Dan again so soon.

"If you say so. I hope you're alright." He immediately replied.

"I'm fine." I lied. I looked at the flowers still on my desk and I picked them up and tossed them into the little bin beside me.

I still felt tired so I decided to Take off my jeans to get comfy and got in bed a while and just laid there hoping I'd fall back to sleep, but I couldn't.

"No (y/n)" Dan tugged at the comforter I was sitting on to keep him from having any.

"Too bad." I teased.

"But it's so cold." He chuckled "I neeeed blankets." He whined before tugging again and getting some loose from me. I liked watching the way his crinkled when he laughed hard enough and that's all I ever wanted to see, that's why I was doing this.

"Ha!" He laughed.

I grabbed them back away making him give a quick and extra sharp tug. The sudden movement caused me to fall backwards off his bed.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He asked but there was hint of laughter in his voice making me bust out laughing as well even though my arm hurt a little. I climbed back on the bed but let him have the blanket and rubbed my sore arm a little.

"I'm okay." I said.

"No, your arm is red. Here." He reached out his hand and took my arm before he rubbed his thumb over it gently and then leaned in and kissing it as if I was a child.

"You're so dumb." I scoffed at him.

"Am I?" He smirked as his brown eyes met with mine. I felt a rush in my pulse as I just looked at him all shirtless with his messy morning hair.

"No." I answered quietly but never took my eyes off of him.

I wanted to say it then and there, I just wanted to let the "I love you" fall right out of my mouth, but for some reason I didn't. I didn't want to scare, make him uncomfortable or hurt him somehow him since it had been only a couple of months into the relationship, I hoped it was coming though.
It never did.
I guess I was far more afraid of hurting him than he was me.

I rolled over in my bed and curled into a ball.
When was the pain from this going to end? I knew it took time but how long? Would I space out into memories of him forever?
I felt a warm tear fall from my eyes in frustration and run into my hair.
What if I replaced him for a while just until the pain from him stopped? I just desperately wanted to feel better, I wanted to stop wondering why, I wanted to not care anymore like he probably did.

"You alright?" I heard Owen's voice.

"Yeah." I said quietly and sat up in my bed.

"We're going out tonight." He announced.

"Nooooo." I whined "You know how I feel about doing that shit."

"You need it right now, it'll be fun. I won't even drink and I'll take care of you when you get so drunk you puke all over yourself."

"That doesn't sound fun."

"It will be, I'll make sure of it." He promised. "There's really no way out of it anyway, you don't get a decision. I will literally drag your ass out of here in whatever you're wearing. So you can either get dragged out clubbing in your pants and messy hair or you can properly get ready and agree."