Wait For It {Phil × Reader}

45- Fight

*warning: excessive cussing*

Y/n pov

His only response was silence. Unnerving silence.

"Phil?"

"Please don't ask that baby. I don't want to think about that." he placed a kiss on my head, probably hoping to distract me.

"I have to know. What are we?" I sat up away from him.

"Y/n, please-"

"No! You can't do this to me. Push me away one second then act like my lover the next. Im need a solid answer Phil. I don't like feeling like im being toyed with."

"And I don't have one! Im sorry. I can't give you a solid answer." tears brimmed his eyes.

"Close your eyes." I commanded him. He looked at me quizzically and opened his mouth to object, but I interrupted him. "Close your eyes!" I snapped. I knew it wasnt something I usually would do, but Phil had me at the end of my rope.

He closed his eyes. I got out of bed and started getting my clothes back on. I picked up Phil's clothes and threw them at him. He slowly opened his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek.

"You should be going home." I said, standing by the bedroom door.

"Please love. Don't. I love you so much. So so much. Please." he begged me with his puppy dog eyes.

"If you love me so much, maybe you should show it a bit." I turned from him with a scowl.

After a minute, I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. "Y/n, you know you're a fucking idiot, right? I try, okay? But I try to protect you too. And guess what I get for it. I get your fucking accusations!"

"Protect me from what Phil? The phandom? The stupid idiotic idiots on the internet? The hate they'd give me? Newsflash, I've been getting it. You say it's sooo bad, but its literally just people telling me to back off cuz you belong with Dan. The worse I've gotten are death threats, but ya right. Like they'd ever be able to kill me. You called me a fucking idiot, but you're the fucking idiot." I glared at him, mentally burning a hole through his soul.

"What the hell do you mean you've been getting hate? Why didn't you tell me?" he still seemed mad, but also concerned. A mixture of emotions I never thought would exist.

"Because I knew this would happen!" I yelled at him. "I knew you'd become scared like you always do! I didn't want to let you go! I loved you too much!"

Phil immediately let go of me and stumbled back. Tears started to fill his eyes. "What?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Loved." he spoke, sounding like he was about to cry. "You said loved. W-with a d."

"Phil-"

"You're right. I should be getting home." he pushed past me, giving me a cold shoulder.

"Phil wait. I didn't mean it like that." I grabbed his wrist, but he pulled it back.

"I don't care. Call me whenever you decide we can be friends." he opened the door, taking a single step out before I spoke again.

"You know what? Maybe you should have broken up with me. We may have been great friends but we obviously don't work out as a couple." he paused in the door way before completely walking out and shutting the door.

It took a few moments to realize that he wasnt coming back and to process what just happened.

I fell back against the wall and cried, not bothering to wipe away my tears. It hurt too much to think that I would say those things. Especially to Phil. The new hole in my heart grew fast, making me feel empty in a matter of seconds.