"Dannnnnnnn"
I sighed softly as I heard Phil's whining voice echoing through the house.
What could he want now?
"What is it?" I shouted back to him, not taking my eyes of the laptop screen in front of me.
"Dannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"
I gently placed my laptop down beside me on my bed and reluctantly stood up.
"What is it, Phil?" I asked, slightly louder this time in the hope he would actually hear me.
"Help me"
I sudden pain of panic struck me as I heard his voice. Was he okay? What was going on?
I quickly ran down the stairs as fast as I could without tripping over my own feet and killing myself. "Phil? What's wrong?" I blurted out as I entered the room.
There sitting on the couch with a huge pout on his face was Phil. He gave me those big adorable eyes he always gave me when he wanted something and pointed to his hair
"The tape won't come out"
I let a sigh of relief pass my lips before smiling at him. Of course, he still had tape in his hair from the radio show. "You scared me" I replied making my way over to the couch and sitting down beside him. "I thought you'd hurt yourself"
He made a small yelping noise as he pulled at the tape again "I am in pain, it hurts trying to pulling out" he said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest.
I just laughed at him, gently ruffling his hair, making sure not to hurt him but ruffling the area with the tape in it of course. "How about we put on the TV so you can watch it while I pull this mess out of your hair"
He nodded, smiling softly at me. He quickly got off the couch and turned on the TV. He then returned to his original spot on the couch, remote in hand as he flicked through the channels.
I was just about to start the difficult job of removing the extra sticky tape form his hair when he flopped sideways, his head landing in my lap as he klept his eyes glued to eth screen.
"Phil what are you-"
"It's comfy down here" he replied, looking up at me with that adorable smile "you're a good pillow"
I grinned, pulling at a tiny sticky up bit of tape that looked like it would come straight out.
"Ow"
A small grumble came from Phil
"I'm not a pillow, Philip"
"you may not be Daniel…but you have to be my pillow just now"
He replied with a small grin before looking back to the screen again.
I laughed, getting to work on removing the tape. Phil really didn't help by flinching everything single time I pulled at it.
After about ten attempts of doing it gently I decided it would just be easier just to take it out in tug. Of course, I didn't tell Phil of this plan. He would probably run away and refuse to let me touch his hair. I counted to three I n my head then quickly ripped the small part of tape that was left, out.
Phil shrieked as he somehow managed to roll himself of the couch and land on the floor. I couldn't hold in my laugh as I saw im sprawled out of the floor, a dazed look on his face.
"Dan! What did you do?"
I held up the piece of tape and smiled at him "Got it out"
He held a hand to the place where the tape had been ripped from him
"That hurt you know" he pouted, yet again.
"I'm sorry" I replied, quickly sliding off the couch to join him on the floor. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly to me as I gently placed a small kiss on his, now tape free, fringe.
"I hate you"
"love you too"