magnets (a Phanfic)

Chapter six

Phil's pov

I keep my lips pressed together and paint a poker face onto my features to stop myself from breaking down into baby tears. The elevator pings to let me know that I've reached the right floor and I step out. The corridor is completely deserted and for the first time I begin to wonder what time it is and how long I had been down there. It had felt like forever. I check my phone and gasp 6:00?! What the hell? I was not down there for five hours no matter how long it felt. This building feels so cut off and confusing and for the first time being here I really hate it. I miss being outside even though I rarely went outside. I miss having lots of windows and having real natural light instead of these horrible florescent lights everywhere. I start to walk back to my room with my hands in my pockets and my head down. I walk straight into the girl from earlier - Sophie. She smiles at me and flicks her hair over her shoulder.

"Sorry." I mumble referring to the way that I walked into her.

"It's okay." she replies before holding out one of her tiny hands to me. I eye it apprehensively before taking it and shaking it limply.

"Where are you headed?" She asks me starting to walk alongside me. I sigh. I don't really want her to come with me...she's the reason all this happened in the first place. I turn to look at her so I can politely tell her to fuck off but the words dry in my mouth. She is looking at me and smiling hopefully. It's not really her fault that she's pretty and attracts attention and she didn't know it would hurt anyone if she spoke to Dan.

"My room." I reply finally. She nods "Mind if I come? I don't really know anyone yet and I don't think my roommate likes me..." She says sounding a bit worried. I smile at her tiredly.

"I'm sure she does." I say although I'm not really sure at all.

"So who's your roommate? Is it that guy...Dan is it? That ran after you today?" She asks me and I look at her properly for the first time genuinely interested.

"He ran after me?" I say and she nods again.

"Yeah! He watched you go and then he stopped paying attention to me...he kept asking me if I could hear something and then he just got up and ran."

She says thoughtfully.

"It was a bit weird." She added twisting a strand of her caramel hair around her finger.

"Yeah," I say finally

"that is weird."

She pauses for a moment and we walk along in silence for a while.

"Is there something going on between you guys? Are you together?" She asks inquisitively. We stop outside of my door and I turn to look at her coldly. "No. We aren't together."

I snap before opening the door to my room.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you..." She says looking a bit shocked. I look her over coldly.

"It's fine. He's completely available. Knock yourself out." I hiss before slamming the door in her surprised face.

Dans pov

Fucking humans. So easily upset and hurt. So fragile. Like glass figures. Beautiful and interesting but also ridiculously breakable and hard to fix. I enter the werewolves lair for the second time that day and stare into the gloom. For a human like Phil it would've looked like a pitch black room filled with lurking unseen horrors but to me, it looks like what it really is. The floor is a dirtied sludge coloured carpet and the room in furnished in all black and grey. The room is relatively small compared to the rest of the rooms on this floor and it has a cracked leather sofa in one corner and an old bookcase in the other. It's purely for show to scare humans away from it because as soon as you go through the door at the end of the room it is teeming with activity and other doors leading to bedrooms and kitchens and halls. Although most things on this floor are dark colours because harsh bright light and light colours can be painful for a werewolf to look at for too long.There are very few myths about supernatural creatures that are actually true. Vampires are only affected by direct sunlight (we can withstand sunlight through windows but it stings ever so slightly) because the rays burn our papery skin and werewolves don't like bright light because it hurts their eyes and makes them feel sick and slightly weaker. I see something move in the corner of the room and I tense and ready myself on the balls of my feet just in case they attack. I realise quickly that I have put myself in a dangerously vulnerable position by being here without telling anyone.