non-binary → phan (on hold)

15. cuddle

hi. i'm clearly back from my veryvery short hiatus. this story is basically finished, but i won't publish the other chapters almost immediately after another. i want to kinda follow a certain pattern so that i feel more organized. eh, idk

anyway, i said before that this story is h e l l a angsty but i'm not too sure of that anymore. i sort of had ideas in my mind as to what i would do, but eventually i sort of...strayed away from those ideas. there's only one or two chapters that might involve a serious warning, but i'm not giving away too much.

i also sort of improved my writing instead of doing whatever bullshit that was that happened in the last few chapters.

sorry, i'm rambling. continue reading. i made this chapter short and fluffy as an apology for whatever the hell was happening in those other chapters. ((:

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"daniel."

i whined, pulling the duvet over my head, blocking out the harsh sunlight that phil had allowed to enter my room. three months had passed since phil and i had shared a kiss in a greasy pizza restaurant, and the weather was already beginning to warm up. "what do you want phil?"

phil tugged at the duvet, trying his best to tear it from my grip. "i want you to wake up, please." he finally succeeded. my hands came up to cover my face, my eyes squeezing shut. "you can't spend all day in bed."

"are you sure? have you slept in my bed before?" i opened one of my eyes, shifting my left hand to press down on the mattress. "it's squishy, it's comfortable, and it's all i'm ever going to need for the rest of my life. forget food. i'll get surgery to where i can receive nutrients through a tube that's attached to my bed."

"you're going to need money for that surgery and to you need a job to get money. you can't get that job if you keep skipping classes."

i grunted. "you don't need a law degree to work at a fast food restaurant."

"that's a good point." phil threw himself onto my bed and slid under the covers, pulling the duvet up to his chin. "i've decided that i like your idea better. we can play hooky for today. would you prefer netflix and chill or hulu and hang?"

i scoffed. "who the hell uses hulu? i'd never cheat on netflix for that piece of junk." i finally opened my other eye before deciding that i preferred both of them closed. "let's just stay in bed, though. i want to never get up and you look very soft today. today i feel cuddly, and that's not going to happen very often, so i suggest you make the best of this."

phil made some sort of shrieking noise, wrapping his arm around my waist and snuggling his nose into my neck. i laughed, gently shoving him to the other side of the bed. "that was some extremely animalistic behaviour, phil. i'm almost convinced you were scenting me. want to try that again?"

phil crossed his arms, pouting. i couldn't help but to laugh again at his once neat hair, strands sticking up at odd angles, messed up from moving around so much already. i reached my hand out to ruffle his hair, causing more of his hair to stand up. "you look cute with your hair all messy."

"i could say the same to you, daniel! you haven't even brushed your hair yet," phil smiled, nodding his head in the direction of my hair.

"my brush is all the way on the other side of my room and i've already told you once today that i'm not moving from my bed ever again." i reached up to wrap my arms around my pillow, hugging it closer to me. phil wrapped his hand around my forearm.

"could i stay with you then?"

"only if you know how to cuddle properly." i smiled, allowing phil to pull me gently to his chest. he pressed his nose into my hair. i could almost feel his eyelids flutter shut. a heavy sigh escaped my lips, closing my own eyes and allowing myself to relax in his embrace.

phil let out a giggle. "your breaths tickle my neck."

i laughed, shifting my head so that my nose was nestled against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. he smelled like warm and freshly baked cinnamon buns, a scent i was used to smelling on him. "phil, have you had breakfast already?"

"yes, why?"

i pulled my head away from his shoulder so that i could see his face. "it smells like you rolled around in cinnamon buns"

"yes," phil said, rolling his eyes. "i spent half of my morning before coming here rolling around in sticky, sweet, glazed cinnamon buns i wanted to smell good and that enhances their flavour (guys im american but i love spelling it that way bc it looks better). no, you stupid butt, i went to this hippy café and bought some really good cinnamon buns." 

"sad." i leaned my forehead against his chest. "i think i would have preferred if you'd rolled around in them."

phil sighed. "why are you like this?"

"you love it. don't lie."

"i do."

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author's note! guys, dan and phil are going on tour in 2018 (but you already knew that) and i rlly want to go but idk if i'll be able to?¿ my friend might be going so she beTTER TAKE PICTURES FOR ME
-di

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important little note: i deleted the last two chapters and i might delete this one later