This one will be a little different from the others; it's an AmazingPhil x Reader!

Shout-out to my friend, who's probably reading this.

Phil: #1

(This will be the first one I write for Phil; there will be others.)

You were sitting on the sofa in Dan and Phil's flat, flicking through the channels on the TV, trying to find something interesting. You were staying at your brother, Dan, and his mate, Phil's flat, since yours and Dan's parents had decided to go on holiday without you, and since you were not yet eighteen, you can't live alone. So, here you were, at Dan and Phil's. The problem is, Phil and you don't exactly... get along very well. You never have, and you don't know why. He's never seemed to like you, ever since you first met, which has always confused you because you don't know what you did wrong to him. You always thought he was a nice guy until he started getting snappy at you. The first day you came to stay with them, he stormed out of the flat, leaving Dan and you confused.

Dan and Phil were both out at BBC Radio 1 studios, doing something or other, and you were sitting here, watching TV when you should probably be doing course work for University. You were just sloping around in a random outfit you'd thrown on at about 12:30, which was when you got out of bed, which was on the sofa. You finally found a channel showing some anime, then ran to get some tea.

You made tea in your favorite mustache mug and sat back down to watch some Fruits Basket. Just then, you heard the front door open, and you sigh. Probably just Dan or Phil back from their day at the radio studio. You thought they would be back later, but oh well, time to endure the rude and snappy comments from Phil. The thing that hurt most about his snappy comments and icy attitude towards you was that, well... You had a... slight crush on him. You lay back into the corner of the sofa and sigh whilst sipping your tea. You glanced up at the door as it squeaked open, revealing Phil in black skinny jeans, a plain grey top, and a black jacket, his hair messy. He glanced over at you and then quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Odd, usually he would have made a snide comment about your outfit or hair, about how you looked like a toddler in your outfit or your hair made you look like a wet poodle. Something harsh like that.

"Hey, Phil," You said, trying not to show disappointment that he was home, "Where's Dan?"

"Um... He's still at the studio. I came back 'cause I don't feel well," He said, avoiding eye contact again.

You frowned slightly. Normally, he would have replied with something witty or sarcastic. He pulled off his jacket and hung it up. He then made himself some tea and sat down at the other end of the sofa. You wondered if, since he was obviously in a good mood, that this was the right time to talk about things.

"Phil," you started, turning to look at him, "Why do you hate me?" You asked, setting your mug down on the coffee table. Phil turned to look at you, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.

"I don't hate you..." he said.

"Well, you don't like me, then," You said, bowing your head and biting your lower lip to avoid looking into his bright blue eyes.

"I do like you. Look, (y/n)... I'm really sorry about how I've acted towards you. It's really childish, and I regret everything I've ever said to you. I don't know why I ever said any of it," Phil said quietly. You looked up, and you saw him staring at you.

"You have to know why! You're not like that to anyone else," you say, frowning slightly. Phil shifted closer to you, while setting his mug down on the coffee table.

"(y/n), I probably should've told you this ages ago, but I was worried about how awkward it would be between us, but ever since I saw you walk in with Dan, I couldn't get you off of my mind. I really like you, and I suppose I just teased you because I didn't know how else to react around you without letting my feelings show," Phil said sheepishly.

"You... like me," You asked, raising your eyebrows. Phil nodded and sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just made this extremely awkward," Phil said before trying to stand up. Before he could, you grabbed his arm, pulled him back down, and crashed your lips against his. You'd wanted to do this for four years now, and it was FINALLY happening. After so many nights thinking about it, it was finally happening. You could tell you caught him off guard, but after a few seconds, he kissed you back, putting his hands on your cheeks and throwing more passion into the kiss. Before the two of you could run out of breath, you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his, your eyes still closed.

"I like you too, Phil," You whispered, opening your eyes to find crystal blue eyes staring back into yours, a cute smile on his face.

"Then, please, be my girlfriend," he asked quietly. You nodded and connected your lips back with his.

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