Savior ↛ Phan

Chapter 22- Oh No

"But he looked so into yo-" I cut Phil off by another kiss, this one much deeper. He instantly stops talking, and allows me to kiss him all I want. It's really my only way of showing Phil that what I have with him is worth so much more to me than my relationship for the beautiful boy in history.

After a kiss to Phil's jaw, I sit back, still staring at him, "It was nothing important." I quietly tell him again.

"But-" I kiss Phil once more, and I'll keep doing it until he stops worrying.

"Nothing." I emphasis with a sound of pleading in my tone, "Nothing." I kiss Phil's cheek, "Nothing." I kiss Phil's lips, "Nothing." I kiss Phil's jaw, "Nothing." I kiss Phil's neck.

"Nothing." Phil quietly says back. I nod, "I'm sorry for being so paranoid. I just thought that he was looking at you a certain way. That's all." He chews his lip.

I place another quick kiss onto Phil's lips before getting off of the sofa, and back over to Jaxon. Honestly, I don't blame Phil for being so paranoid. Today I got a good glimpse of how Alex looks at me, and it's worrying. It's in a predator kind of way. Not a 'This person is cute awh.' kind of way and it scares me.

I won't come out and say this, obviously. I don't want to worry anyone, especially Phil. I'm sure that this whole thing will go away soon.

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"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Phil whispers as he runs his index finger over one of my collarbones.

My cheeks turn crimson, "...Maybe." I mumble, and burry my face into my pillow.

"Have I ever told you why I think you're beautiful?"

"Kinda."

"Do you think you're beautiful?"

I don't respond.

"Dan?"

Still nothing.

"You really should. It can be nice to view yourself the way the rest of the world does." He tells me.

"Hey Phil?" I finally speak.

"Hm?"

I peck the tip of his nose, "You're beyond beautiful. Especially when you smile at me." I whisper, before closing my eyes.

Phil wraps his arms tightly around me, and brings me closer to him. I burry my head into his chest as he places his head in the crook of my neck.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you too." I say.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done to ever hurt you." Phil sadly says.

"Shush you numpty. Don't ruin the cute moment."

Phil chuckles, "Okay, okay, I won't."

After that, Phil stays silent, and so do I. We stay silent in our own little safe place. Protected in our own bubble from the brute force of the awful things in the world. The awful things in this not-so-nice neighborhood.

Although, I've come to realize that it's not as bad as it seems. Sure, there are some questionable people, but most are here for the same reason Phil is: Money. Like Mrs. Baker. She is one of the nicest ladies I've ever met, and you'd never expect someone as kind and old as her to be living in a place like this. It's comforting and homey.

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I tightly hug Phil, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He happily hugs me back with just as much affection, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight. Just you and me." I shyly say, "Or not. I mean, you may not even like eating out that much and-"