Phil Lester is in my bedroom. Now he's sitting on my bed. OH MY GOODNESS HE'S TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF. Should I look? I shouldn't. I'm going to look. Wow. I love him.
So many thoughts float through the ocean that is my brain, that I don't notice him slip under the covers and wrap his warm arms around me. It's nice. It feels so right. How could my mum possibly think this was wrong? It's so warm and happy and
comfortable.
My phone buzzes, and I roll over. It's my mum. She's asked what I'm doing. I haven't texted her in two hours and she's worried. I'm 18, but I'm still her baby and I need to check in.
For the first time since I moved out, I ignore it. I mute her, and turn back to Phil. He's the only family I need. He feels like home.
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I awake the next morning to a kiss on my forehead and the movement of Phil's body getting out of my bed. When I open my eyes, he's in nothing but his boxers, pulling a black-and-white striped t-shirt on. I blush, and turn away.
"Are you shy, Bear?" he asks, waltzing into my line of vision.
I blush harder as he bends over to grab his jeans out of his bag. I am literally looking at Phil Lester's ass. Two months ago, he didn't even know I existed, and now he's bent over in his underwear right in front of me.
As he pulls his jeans over his knees, there's a knock at my door. I look through the peep hole. It's my mum.
Flustered, I grab my robe and push Phil into the closet. He's confused, but he does what he is asked when I tell him to stay there and be quiet.
My mum walks in with a huff. She makes some comment about my decorating before announcing her reason for being here. She wanted to 'help her baby boy' get ready for the day. She told me she was going to pick out my outfit and take me on a surprise 'trip'. She clicked her high heels all the way into my bedroom, where she saw Phil's bag lying on the floor. I froze.
She was two steps from my closet door when she got a call. She answered, and was obviously upset. Someone had canceled the plans she had today.
"This lovely young lady from my church was going to go out to lunch with us, but she canceled. I always knew she was a whore. Why else would she cancel on my sweet baby boy?" she says, putting one hand on either side of my face.
She left with nothing more than a 'I'll find another, better, godlier girl for my baby'.
I open the closet door, and Phil immediately wraps his arms around me. I bury my face in his shoulder, breathing in his warm scent, and I let the tears fall.
"You'll be okay, love. I'm here," he said, squeezing tighter.
