Phil X Reader: Hurt

It was 3:04 A.M. and you were fast asleep in your bed. You were dreaming about what you always dreamt about when you weren’t having nightmares or really weird dreams. You were dreaming about Phil. Again. How could you not? You had known the boy since you were 11, and you had been crushing on him ever since. His gorgeous hair. His blue eyes. That pale skin. His funny and caring personality. He was perfect. Except he couldn’t take a hint if you shoved it down his perfect little throat. You had tried to hint you liked him. You really had. But, he was so innocent, he just didn’t get it. As you shifted in your sleep, you heard a light knock on your front door from downstairs. Groaning a bit, you slowly opened your eyes. Your hair was a bit out of place and you only had on one of Phil’s shirts, that was too big for you. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, walking down the stairs. Your vision was still a bit fuzzy. As you opened the door, you would think you were dreaming.

“Phil..? What are you-..?”

You fell silent as you heard his sniffles. The poor guy was only in a pair of black jeans. His hair was a bit messy and his shirt was God knows where. However, that wasn’t what you noticed. Your gaze went soft in a second flat as you noticed the tear stains on his face, the area around his left eye puffy and discolored.

“Oh my God… Phil…”

You quickly let him in, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned on the light of the living room, his pained and saddened expression killing you on the inside. You slowly walked over to him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“What happened..?”

He suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace, making you gasp a bit. After the initial shock, you hugged him back. His scent was almost overwhelming.

“Me and Dan got in a fight… A bad one…”

You simply held him for a long while. However, under your soothing words, you were fuming. Dan. Oh, you would kill him. At least put him in the hospital. You slowly pulled away, looking in Phil’s blue eyes. He looked so sad and crushed. You were going to cry yourself. You could feel it. You forced a small smile, moving some hair out of his eyes.

“Why don’t you go find some pajama bottoms in my room? I know I stole some from you at some point.”

He sniffled and nodded a bit, trying to return your smile. You watched as he reluctantly pulled away from you, heading up the stairs. Once he was out of sight, you let your anger show. You snatched your phone from the coffee table of the living room, dialing Dan’s number. It rang once. Twice.

“(Y/n)..? It’s three in the morning…”

Your veins were burning as you walked in the kitchen. The less Phil heard, the better.

“What the Hell did you do..?!”

Dan’s end went quiet for a second.

“I didn’t do-“

"Don’t you fucking play dumb with me, Daniel. What. Did. You. Do.”

Oh, Dan was in for it. You almost never said ‘fuck’ and you had called him by his real name. So, basically, pissed wouldn’t even come close to describing how angry you really were.

“Are you taking about Phil..? He was the one that-“

“I don’t give two fucks what he did..!”

You were fuming, and it was a bit hard to keep your shouts to a minimum.

“You don’t just go punching your friend in the face and kicking him out at three in the fucking morning, Daniel..! Especially not the fucking streets of London..! He could have been raped or stabbed or something worse, goddammit..!”

Dan’s end was silent, his breathing the only thing making you know he didn’t hang up.

“Listen to me, and listen close. You better hope you never see me again in your sorry life. Because, the next time I see your face, Daniel James Howell, I don’t care who I’m with or where I am, I am going to scream at you until I am blue in the face. Then I’m going to beat your ass into the ground so quick, you’ll be in the hospital before you even know I hit you. Do you understand?”

Your breathing was a bit heavy, but his line was still quiet.

“I. Said. Do. You. Understand.”

“I understand…”

He almost sounded scared, but you quickly hung up before you said anything else. You took a second to steady your breathing, your anger still burning in your veins.

“(Y/n)..?”

You almost snapped at Phil before you remembered it was just him, turning to give him a small smile.

“Hey.”

Phil almost looked worried, walking over to you. You looked up at him, examining his black eye.

“Are you okay..?”

You grabbed a towel from the counter, opening the freezer to grab some ice.

“My best friend just shows up at my doorstep at three in the morning, crying with a black eye. Do you think I’m really okay?”

You shot him a warm smile before you tied up the towel, handing it to him.

“Here. That should take the swelling down.”

You walked into the living room, Phil quickly following. As you sat on the couch, he decided to lie down, resting his head in your lap. A light blush painted your cheeks, though, thankfully, his eyes were closed. As he held the ice to his eye, you carefully ran your fingers in his messy, but still silky, hair. God, he was so perfect.

“I’m surprised you haven’t called him…”

You almost seemed confused before you remembered who ‘him’ was in this situation. You decided that what Phil didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too…”

A comfortable silence edged itself into the room, you just running your fingers through Phil’s hair as he rested.

“Hey Phil..? You awake..?”

He opened his good eye, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“If I tell you something, will you laugh at me or hate my guts for the rest of my life..?”

He almost looked hurt that you would think such a thing. Or, maybe, he just looked hurt that night. You weren’t really sure.

“Of course not… You can tell me anything…”

You licked at your lips, something you always did when you were nervous.

“I don’t mean to put anything else on your shoulders, but I just felt like I’ve had enough… I mean, you couldn’t take a hint if I slapped you with it…”

Phil couldn’t help but give a small laugh. God, you loved his laugh.

“Phil, what can I even say..? You’re my best friend in the whole world… I’d kill if anyone hurt you, and believe me when I say I will put him in the hospital. I mean it this time. All seriousness. But, anyway, I just can’t help but feel-… I don’t know… Different… You make me happy and smiley and I just-… I guess I just really, really, really like you…”

You shrugged a bit, the blush back full-force. You waited for Phil to say no. To lightly brush you off. But he just smiled. A real smile. Not the one you had seen forced on his perfect lips all night. A real, genuine smile. He leaned up and placed a light kiss on your lips, making your own smile form. He just did that to you. He slowly lied back down, making you sigh a bit in content. And relief, of course. He shut his eyes again, you doing the same as you resumed to running your fingers in his hair. That comfortable silence came back, and you welcomed it wholeheartedly. A long moment passed before Phil said something in just over a whisper.

“Hey, (y/n)..?”

You hummed a bit in response, half asleep as you leaned you head back on the couch.

“I love you…”

You smiled tiredly, letting your free hand clutch his tightly, he intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I love you too, Phil…”

God, did you love him too.