Wait For It {Phil × Reader}

43- Make up *cough* (out)

Y/n pov

  I heard the front door close quietly. I resisted opening my eyes. I was still too tired to wake up. And anyway, why would I leave, assumedly Phil's, warmth.

  But then I heard a gasp, Phil's gasp, from outside the room. Then I knew something was wrong.

  I forced my eyes open. I immediately saw who I was laying with. I pushed Dan off of me and hurried to the hall.

  But Phil had already gone.

  I bolted out the open door, already looking every where for him. I would catch glimpse of him here and there but after that I would lose him again.

  "Phil!" I screamed, giving up on trying to find him with my eyes. "Phil!"

  "Y/n, Thats not going to work." Dans voice said behind me, his hand placed on my shoulder.

  "I have to find him! And Im going to do whatever it takes to find him." I turned my back to him and started screaming Phil's name again.

  It was midday by the time I had actually found him. I had gone all the way across the city. Phil was sitting at a bus stop, tears falling down his cheeks.

  "Phil." I whispered cautiously, as I moved towards him. He just ignored me, so I moved closer and closer till I was sat right next to him. "Phil." I repeated.

  "What do you want?" he didn't sound mean or mad. Not even just disappointed. He just sounded plain sad.

  "I want to talk to you." I kept my voice as calm and steady as I could.

  "There's nothing to talk about, y/n. You don't love me any more. I get it. You love Dan." he turned away from me and pulled his knees up to his chest.

  "What? How could you think that? Phil, I love you with every fiber of my being. With everything I have. You seriously think Im going to throw all that away just to be with some loser like Dan?" he just shuffled even more. I knew he believed it. I knew he was trying to get over me. For whatever reason he has to. "And let me point out i wasnt the one who broke up with you."

  "Its not my fault!" he snapped, whipping around and grabbing me by the shoulders. "I don't want to be separated from you. I don't want to not feel you love anymore. I still want to be with you. But I can't help it. Im trying to protect you." the tears were more rapidly running down his cheeks.
 
  "Protecting me from what?"

  "You'll think its stupid y/n. You want understand." he took his hands off of my shoulders, making it less tense.

  "Just tell me Phil. If you feel the need to protect me from it, ill do my best to understand." i moved away a river of his tears with my finger.

  "The Phandom." he responded after a few moments.

  I was silent, thinking of a nice way to put what I wanted to say. "I get hate all the time Phil. I can handle it. And anyway, id like to think you'd be there the whole way right beside me." I gave him a weak smile.

  "You don't understand. The Phandom isn't normal. They'll do anything to get their way. Anything."

  "Thats wonderful information. But you want to know something." a bit of curiosity swirled in with his worrisome eyes. "They'll just have to get over it."

  Phil moved closer to my face, opening his mouth to speak. Then he just shut it. He stared at me, straight into my eyes. Then he closed the gap between us, connecting our lips. I fell back slightly, catching myself. I allowed our lips to move in sync, knowing at this moment it was the wrong thing to be doing. There was too much confusion and issues right now to be doing this. But it felt too good to stop. Even though it hadn't even been one day, I missed the heck out of him.

  Eventually, I couldn't handle the diverse thoughts any longer. "Phil." I mumbled against his lips.

  He just dismissed me.

  "Phil." I said a bit louder, pulling out of the kiss a bit.

  "Hush, baby." he said before kissing me again.

  "Philip." I spoke sternly, pushing him gently back. He pulled back, looking at me curiously.

  "What is it, Love?"

  "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." his curious look grew, a long with some hurt. "There's so many things wrong, I don't think I can."

  "We'll work it out. I promise. I love you too much not to. I love everything about you too much to refuse you." I looked at him with confliction still clear on my face. "Come on. I'll take you home."

  "I'm sorry."