Boyfriends- InterroBANG Chapter 10
PHAN-(Probably my OTP <3333) InterroBANG <3 Chapter 10- Boyfriends <333 ( danisnotonfire :D) Phil was too excited to consider sleeping. So I had him put his pajamas on, he actually ended up with a pair of sweats on that actually belonged to me. He cuddled into my side when we finally got back in the lounge to finish the movie. "Dannnnn. I'm hungry!" Phil whined. "We'll eat the Chinese alright?" I said, kissing his forehead. He felt hot, sweat beading on the top near his hairline. "Dan, I want pizza!" Phil pouted, his lip jutting out. "Oh pizza huh? You want pizza?" I asked, tickling his tummy. "You want pizza, kitten boy? Well we'll get you a pizza then won't we?" Phil laughed, leaped on my lap and kissed me all over, except my lips. "Hey, you missed a spot!" I complained. Phil grinned mischievously and backed up, getting off my lap. "Call my pizza!" Phil said. I laughed and fished my cell phone from my jeans and dialled the pizza place. "Hey yes can I get a pepperoni and a," I looked to Phil who mouthed 'thin cheese', " and a thin cheese please." "Alright, that'll be twenty two pounds. Delivery or carry-out? " The smooth voice of a teenage girl asked. "Delivery please." I pulled Phil'a hand into mine an striped his thumb. He sighed happily, squishing into my side. "Name for the order?" she asked quietly. "Hum Daniel Lester." I said. Phil jerked his head. "Thank you, your order will be ready in fifteen minutes." She said before clicking off. I put my phone in my pocket and pulled the older boy in my lap. "Lester, huh?" Phil said, throwing his arms around my neck. His skin on mine felt heavenly. "Well it is my boyfriend's name isn't it?" I laughed. "I believe you promised me something." I pointed to my lips and puckered up. Phil smiled and happily pressed his lips to mine. I loved it. He tugged my lip with his teeth and bit down slightly. I moaned involuntarily and Phil laughed into my mouth. He pulled away and just settled into my lap. "Hey, Dan?" Phil asked after a few minutes of just watching the film. "Yes, love?" I pecked his forehead. "You love me right?" "What? Of course I love you! I live for you!" I exclaimed. "Okay... I just wanted to make sure. Sorry." he whispered. "Don't be sorry darling. It's okay. Yes, I love you. I've always loved you and I always will." I kissed his nose and tried to relay all the feelings I held in my chest to him. I wanted him to know that my heart beat for him. He smiled weakly at me. Then his pouty look was replaced by a yawn. "Phil, lemme up, I'm gonna get my pajamas and a blanket okay baby?" I kissed his head and hurried up the stairs. (Two Weeks Later) Phil and I were watching Doctor Who, his head was in my lap and I was playing with his hair. He kept leaning up and kissing my lips. They were actually sore... But then again, so was Phil so I guess this was Phil's pay back to me... I was twisting the hair behind his ear when he looked up at me. "Dan," he whispered weakly, "you love me, right?" I shivered. "What kind of question is that?" I demanded. "You know-" " I knew it! You don't. This has all been a lie. The best two weeks of my life have been, have been A LIE!!!" Phil yelled, wrenching himself away from me. His whole body was shaking with the rag in his small body. "This was all because you felt sorry for me, wasn't it?" "Phil, honey, calm down. That's not true. Remember? I asked you out. I love you, I love you, I love you. Honestly. Please, I love you. Listen to me." Phil backed against a wall, his arms crossed across his chest. "No you don't! You don't! I'm not worth you, I don't deserve you. Leave me ALONE!" Phil ran upstairs, sobbing loudly. I heard his door slam and I knew he'd locked the door so I sank into the floor. Where the HELL had that came from? Only seconds previously, we'd been cuddling and kissing. But now he was convinced that he didn't deserve me... Something in him had snapped. I knew Phil wouldn't relent for a while so I went to get some cereal. But we didn't have any milk so I ran to the lift. I saw myself in the mirror but my reflection looked different without Phil's next to him... Ugh, I was getting slaphappy. Finally, the lift ended its descent and I could leave in search of milk. *** MILK DANCE*** I lugged two kilograms of milk up the short bit of stairs into the building. The lift ride took like it took twelve billion years. I texted Phil to tell him that I was home, that I loved him, and I asked him to open the door. But he didn't respond so I had to set the milk down and fished my keys from my pocket, humming some random song. Finally the lock caught and I picked up the milk and got inside. I put it away, made a bowl of Country Crisp, crunching every bit slowly. "Phil? Philly, babe are you okay?" I called, walking up the stairs. I didn't hear anything. "Phil? Love, answer me!" I saw Phil's door at the end of the hallway, slightly ajar. I walked slowly to the door and knocked. No reply. "Phil, I'm coming in." I pushed the door open. Phil was laying on the floor, deathly pale. His life blood was pouring from two deep slashes going up both forearms. "Oh my god! Phil!"