Dan and Phil imagines

Wrapped Up Tight

"Stop it, Phil!" I giggle as he grabs my waist, sending me flying with shock. "Phil!" Laughter cuts off my words, making them inaudible half-mumbles.

"Never!" He jokes, tickling my waist, making his way towards my neck.

"Now that's enough," I say in my sternest voice as his hand climbs towards my throat. But his fast paced fingers have already started to tickle my neck- my most sensitive area.

Leaping back and putting my hands up in defence, I push stiff palms in his direction as a sign of defeat, letting him know that he's won again.

"Come on, Y/N. I didn't even get to your neck!" He pouts, shooting his hands up as a surrender. I don't trust him enough to accept his resignation, so back up until I reach the wall. With firm palms, I keep my distance, not allowing him any closer than a few metres.

"You know that if you touch my neck, I'll scream- and the neighbours will be concerned...again." Recalling last weeks tickle war sends me into fits of laughter.

"Old lady Shelley didn't know what was coming for her." And with that, we both burst into hysterics. While I'm laughing, I realise that Phil is surreptitiously approaching me with a pillow.

"I'm not Shelley, there's no need to attack me with a pillow too." I cry as he lunges for my neck with the crimson bag of feathers, trying to knock me out of the battle. Despite my best efforts the blow is too much, and I'm knocked off of my feet, dramatically collapsing to the ground. "Also, there's no need to incapacitate me. I'll let you tickle me, if that's what it takes to stay conscious."

Slowly, and cautiously, Phil drops to the ground and props himself up on his elbows over my body. Closing the space between us, Phil lowers himself down towards my face, leaving only an inch or two between us.

Before he can get the best of the situation, I slip my hand away from his elbow and place a finger on his lips, pushing him away slightly.

"Slow down, tiger. One minute you're trying to knock me out, the next you're trying to kiss me. Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

"No," he says gently, twisting his head around and out of the way of my finger, and subsequently closer to my face, if that's even possible. "Nothing really."

"Oh," Within a second of my response, his lips are on mine- sweet and passionate- flushing my cheeks pink and sending sparks through my body. Taking a quick note of how precariously he's balanced above me, I shove his elbow, causing him to topple on top of me. Of course, I was expecting this, but it's obvious that he wasn't. Looking almost angry, he pulls away and stares me down.

Knees finding the wooden floor beside me, he pushes himself away from me. Instantly I feel bad, almost upset that I ruined the moment.

"I'll be right back." He grunts emotionlessly, slumping out of the room.

What did I do to you? I want to ask, but refrain, worrying that I'll only upset him more. Upset, I roll up from the ground and slouch against the back of the sofa, taking a profound breath as I do.

It's a while before he returns, and when he does, he still looks upset, doing his nervous backwards-hand-in-pocket-thumb-thing. Honestly, the desperation to get up and hug him burns within me, making me feel nauseous and anxious- worried about him.

"Y/N. You know you asked if I wanted to talk about something? Well, um, now I do." He stutters, approaching me and taking a place beside me. Something is seriously wrong, and it's showing through his body language. He's tense all over, but I don't know what it was I did. Oh my god, I think, he's going to dump me.

I can't deal with this right now.

"Phil, baby, are you okay?" I sigh, drawing my knees into my chest and staring at a single spot on the floor, avoiding eye contact at all opportunities. I can't cry, I tell myself, not here, not now.

"I just needed to ask you something." Despite being half a foot taller than me, he swatted in front of me, taking my hands in one hand and tipping my face towards his with the other. All control I had up until this point smashed as I look at him, whimpering silently at the words to come. "I was going to wait, but I realised that I couldn't wait any longer." Something burns in his eyes, presumably anger. I didn't realise that I'd annoyed him that much.

Gathering all my confidence, I push his hands away and step up, walking towards our bedroom.

"It's okay, Phil. You don't need to say anything, I'm sorry it came to this." Without another word, I meander to my room- heavily and painfully. I slam the door carefully and collapse against the wooden barricade, knowing that this will be the last time I ever step foot in this room. I take in the smell of Phil's aftershave- the way it lingers around the room, intertwining with my sweet, sticky perfume.

A knock on the door and a feeble call of my name catches me off guard, forcing me to stand up and open the door.

"Oh my god, Phil." I gasp, staring down at him, balanced precariously on one knee.

"As I was saying, I was going to wait to do this, but as you knocked me off my feet-literally- I realised that I didn't want to wait. I couldn't wait. I want you in my life- I need you. Y/N, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted, and more. You're smart, stunning, thoughtful and I love you.

"I didn't think it would be this easy to say this, but I want to marry you. I want it so you can't escape me, you're trapped with me forever. Because, not only do I love you, you're my best friend. I mean, obviously Dan ranks high, but you're the best. And if I had to spend my life with someone, I'd like it to be you.

"Things are going to be tough, and we're going to fight, you're just going to have to attack me with those mad skills there. Now listen, okay? I'll never leave you, and you better promise me the same. So, I'd really appreciate it if you were to accept my request and willingly spend the rest of your life with me.

"Y/N... Will you marry me?"

My hand- that has somehow found it's way to my mouth- is soaked with my tears and effectively muffles my joyful sobs. He's serious, he wants to marry me. He wants to spend his life with me. I love Phil, I do.

I lean down to him and allow him to claim my hand as his own, slipping the ring on perfectly.

A whole new array of sobs emerge, and he stands up, taking me in his arms.

"Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?" I manage to stutter the words out through the whimpering.

"Are you sure now's the best time to tell me?"

"It's as good a time as any," I laugh. "Phil, I thought you were going to leave me."

His grip on my back tightens, pushing us closer together. Warmth spreads through my body, and I feel like this is where I belong- forever.

"I would never leave you."

And I feel complete. Here in his arms, in our apartment- together. Maybe one day we'll move out, but we'll be together, and that's all that matters. I'll be, forever, in his arms, wrapped up where I belong. I love Phil, and if I had the choice, I'd never leave his embrace.