Chapter 18
"So they're having-"
"Yup." You nod your head, trying to hold back your anger.
"Please tell me you're as angry as me." Phil says, looking over at you.
"Oh, I'm ten times angrier." You bite you lip before spinning around and marching away to the other side of the path.
"Do you... need something to punch?" Phil asks, following you over.
"I need something to FUCKING SHOOT!" You raise your voice and spin back around. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM?!"
"Y/N-"
"I MEAN SERIOUSLY HE'S ENGAGED AND HAVING SEX WITH THAT FUCKING SLAG!"
"Y/N-"
"SHE'S SUCH A FUCKING BITCH ASS SLUT I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!"
"Y/N calm down, people might be sleeping." Phil puts his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm down as you watch Darren and Stacey in your bedroom.
"I mean, I knew he was an asshole but... I FUCKING HATE HIM!" You grab a stick and throw it across at the fence. "AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER CAN'T KEEP HER HANDS OFF ANY MALE THAT'S INVOLVED WITH ME!"
"I thought you never even liked Darren-"
"THAT'S BEYOND THE POINT!"
"Y/N!" Phil grabs your shoulders and turns you around to face him. "Calm down. It'll be okay." You nod as he wipes away some tears from the pool forming in your eyes.
"I know..." You sniff.
"Do you want to go and watch a movie or something?" Phil asks.
"Mhm." You nod your head.
Phil pats you on the back comfortingly, wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as you both continue to walk back down the path.
You can't help but feel safe in his arms. His embrace is soft and comfortable.
Your journey back to his house is rather silent with only the sounds of birds chirping as they fly off back to their nests to curl up and sleep.
As creepy as you'd imagine it to be, it's actually rather soothing.
It feels you're the only two people on earth, which you desperately wish was so.
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The next day.
"IIIIII'm dying insiiiiiide!" You suddenly sing a couple seconds after waking up on the sofa.
Last night, you and Phil had a major movie marathon.
He showed you various movies including two of the Harry Potter movies, one Star Wars movie, Titanic - which truly made you cry like a baby - and many other 'iconic' films.
"How nice." Phil chuckles from the other side of the couch.
You groan and prop yourself up on your elbow, allowing you to look over at Phil, who's sitting eating cereal and drinking coffee.
"What kind of cereal are you eating?" You ask, pushing yourself up and glancing into his bowl of cheerios. "Can I get some?"
"You woke up too late." Phil tells you as he eats a spoonful of his cereal.
"I want some!" You say childishly and grab his spoon before he can eat off of it.
"Hey!" Phil attempts to grab the spoon back, but you duck out of the way and roll off the sofa, then shove the spoon in your mouth.
"Fight me, bitch!" You say as 'edgy' as you possibly can.
"Come at me!" Phil stands up and snatches the spoon back.
"You wanna go mate?" You also stand up and attempt to square up to him.
Fake, dramatic, intense eye contact is shared between the two of you.
Your hand slowly rises up to take back the spoon, but Phil swats your hand away and dives to the other side of the couch.
"The spoon shall be mine!" You shout.
"Never!" Phil shouts as well, throwing a pillow from the couch right at you, just scuffing your shoulder.
You grab the pillow and throw it back at him, almost smashing right into his face.
"Gasp! You almost killed me!" He screams.
"Good!"
"I thought I was your friend!"
"I have no friends!"
"That's not much of a secret."
"Rude!" You pick up another pillow and throw it straight at him. He dodges out the way, swiping the pillow from him in the process.
He grabs another pillow and tosses it at you, but you move out of the way.
"Hah! Missed!" You exclaim happily, but your glory ends when another pillow slaps you in the face.
You fall to the ground, crying in 'pain'. "NOOOOOOOO!" You drop to your knees and shake your fists in the air. "DAMN YOU PHIL LESTER!" You continue to 'die' slowly. "A plague on... your house! Bleh."
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The next four days are spent watching movies, browsing the Internet, playing in the snow and occasionally you and Phil would visit Dan's house and play video games - not that you didn't do that back at Phil's.
It's currently 5:30pm.
You and Phil are lying down in the woods making snow angels, and, since it's winter, the sky is already a deep navy colour, which makes the already dark woods even darker.
Not that you're scared of being in the woods at dark. You've done it plenty of times.
But something about this area of the woods seems rather eerie though... You just can't out your fingers on why.
"You know in transformers?" You begin, remembering one of the movies you watched earlier today.
"Yeah?" Phil nods his head and looks over at you, slightly confused.
"Do the transformers get life or car insurance?"
"Oh my. I don't know... Maybe... Robot insurance?"
"Is that a thing?"
"I have no idea."
"Hm." You sit up and look down at your angel, which you have been spending around half an hour or so creating. "My back is cold as fuck." You stand up and brush the snow off of you, then something catches your eye.
That's what makes this place seem so creepy!
Standing in front of you is a slightly familiar abandoned building, which still slightly intrigues you.
"Remember when we went in there?" You point Phil, who's now standing up next to you, to the building.
"Yup. I'm pretty sure there were others in there as well." Phil says, then looks over at you. "Want to go in again?"
"What? Psht. That's idiotic." You lie and look at Phil, then to the house, then back at Phil. "Obviously I want to go back in."
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"But like, they still are cars." You say, still debating what kind of insurance a transformer would get.
After doing a little exploration of the house, you and Phil settled sitting against the wall of an enormous hall where your dialogue echoes all around.
"But they also are- What was that?" Phil grabs hold of your arm after hearing something smash somewhere else in the building.
"It was a ghoooooost!" You say in your spookiest tone.
"Shut up." Phil laughs.
"It was nothing. I barely hear- Ah!" You scream after a loud banging noise is heard from above you, wrapping your arms around Phil. "What was that?!"
"It was a ghooooost!" Phil mocks your tone from just a minute ago.
"Rude."
"It was probably nothing. Maybe a rat or something..."
"What if we die? What if it is a ghost?" You tighten your grip on Phil's waist, slightly cowering in fear.
"You'll be fine."
"How do you know?"
"I'll protect you."
"Oh yeah, cause you're so strong."
"Hey!"
"Ah!" You scream when you hear the wind blow outside. "Protect me!"
"I'll always protect you. I lo-" Phil stops himself from finishing whatever he was just about to say.
"You what?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter."
"Okay..." You snuggle closer to him and look up at him, knowing what he was about to say there. "Phil?"
"Yeah?" He looks back down at you.
"I love you."
"Really?" He asks, surprised. You cringe slightly, realising what you just told him. But there's no going back now.
"Yes."
It's true.
You never thought it would be so, but you love somebody.
You're in love with somebody.
"I love you too."
You're in love with Phil Lester.