Waking Moments, a tiny phanfic
He rolled over onto something… hard. It was his laptop. They’d fallen asleep on Skype again. He was 18 and starting to fall in love.
He rolled over onto something… loud. It was Phil’s heart. He was in Phil’s bed. He had traveled to see him in person for the first time. He was probably the happiest he had ever been.
He rolled over onto something… cold. It was 2012 and, somehow, things weren’t going great. He’d slept in “his” room. He was fed up with everything, but even thinking about that made his heart hurt. He’d fix it. They would to fix it.
He rolled over onto something… warm. His best friend, his boyfriend, his everything. They had been living together for years now, and they had just published a book together. “Is this real life?” he thought, and giggled silently at his own words. And just to prove himself it really was, he held on to a sleeping Phil a little tighter.
He rolled over onto something… strange. It wasn’t their bed. They were in a hotel room on the last day of their USA tour. He had big plans for the after party that night, which would hopefully turn into even bigger plans down the road.
He rolled over onto something… soft. He started and backed away suddenly, muttering, “Oh shit!” to himself. But no, she wasn’t a little baby anymore; she was a full-grown child staring back at him with deep blue eyes through a mess of curly brown hair. “Daddy, you crushed me!” She yawned, rubbing her eye, and then rolled over, attempting to “crush” him back.
It was then he remembered he’d first fallen in love when he was 18, and again when he was 21, another time when he was 25, and once more on a rainy night roughly 5 years ago. And he continued to fall in love now, every single day.
A/N: Big shout out to @transdimensional-void…. mainly just for existing but also for beta-ing this.
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