My Guardian, Phil // P.L

Part 11

I bury my face into Phil's chest as he hugs me and I can finally close my eyes feeling safe and at home.  

I slowly open my eyes and I'm greeted by a blurry room. I lay on my back, staring up at the fuzzy ceiling and I stretch, trying to wake myself up properly. As I stretch my arms, I feel my hand brush up against something- someone. After rubbing my eyes, I turn my head and see a still sleeping Phil. He is laid on his stomach and his head is buried under his pillow. The cover is low down, covering his butt so his bare back is exposed. 

With a tired groan, I sit up and look at the clock on the bedside table. It reads 10:45.

I look down at Phil's sleeping body as it slowly rises and falls with each soft breath. I look at his back and notice two very faint lines down the length. Are they from where his wings are? I contemplate waking Phil up for a minute before deciding that it would be better to wake him up. 

"Phil?" I say gently as I put a soft hand on his shoulder and rock him slightly.

The man slowly stirs and he sits up, the pillow still on his head. When he is fully sat up, the pillow slides off his head and lands with a soft thud on the floor. He blinks and looks at me with tired eyes after looking around my room and checking the time.

"Morning Sam." He says, his voice tired. 

"I'm gonna get in the shower," I tell him as I stretch again. "Is that OK?"

"I'll wait for you outside the door so if anything happens I can get there quicker," Phil suggests. I nod and then push the covers off of me and roll lazily out of my bed. Phil does the same and pulls on a pair of jeans and a shirt as I stand up and stretch.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. My bathroom is bright and roomy. I have a large glass shower at the end of the room and there's a towel heater with fluffy white towels on it. I let out a tiresome yawn and then walk over to the shower and turn it on. The shower suddenly spurts a jet of water out and it hits the floor making it sound like rain.

"You okay?" Phil asks from outside the door.

"Yeah." I answer as I begin to take off my clothes ready for the shower.

When I am naked, I step into the shower and let out a small shriek. The water is freezing.

"Don't worry I'm not dead. The water's just really cold." I say to Phil. I hear him chuckle and sit down on the floor, his back leaning against the door.

When I turn up the heat, I stand there and close my eyes, feeling the warm water pat against my back like rainfall.

"You don't stand facing the water do you?" Phil asks.

"No that's weird." I respond as I reach for the shampoo.

"Good." Phil says.

I squirt some of the shampoo into my hands and lather it into my hair, rubbing it into my scalp hard as the water hits my head and makes it run down my body in a milky lather.

"Should we do something today or would you rather we stay at home?" Phil asks. Phil calling my house his home makes my heart flutter a little but only for a moment before I realise he will literally die if he lived here.

I rinsed the rest of the shampoo out of my hair and thought for a moment. "I think I'd rather stay home." I respond.

"That's fine, we could order a pizza tonight!" Phil says excitedly.

"Sounds great." I say with a smile.

When I'm done in the shower, I step put and wrap a towel around me. I pat my hair with another towel to stop it from dripping everywhere and I open the door.

Phil is sat on the floor, back to the door and he's playing with the bottom of his jeans. He stands up and spins around so he is now facing me and I offer him a smile to which he smiles back. He seems to be blushing and though I don't know why, I think it's cute.

"I'm gonna go get dressed." I say as I pat Phil on the shoulder and walk past him.

After I'm dressed, I walk out and Phil and I go downstairs and into the kitchen.

"We should make something!" I say, trying to sound excited and rush over to the cupboards, opening them and rummaging through them. "We can make bacon buns! I think I have some bacon in the fridge."

"That sounds great!" Phil says with a smile as he walks over to the fridge and pulls out a packet of bacon.

I put a pan on the stove and put a tablespoon of oil into it and let it heat up. Phil is struggling with the pack of bacon and so I help him open it with a pair of scissors.

We put enough slices for the both of us in the pan and it sizzles away, filling the kitchen and the entire house with the delicious scent of bacon.

Phil butters the buns and when the bacon's cooked to perfection, we assemble the breakfast and walk into the living room with out masterpieces in hand.

Phil switches on the TV and o immediately begin munching on my bacon bun. The salty, savoury taste makes my mouth water and I take another bite.

Phil sits next to me and begins to eat his bun too and life, for a moment, is pure bliss.