AmzingPhil Imagine:
You have been friends with Dan and Phil for quite a while now. You ran into Phil for the first time in a little shop near both your flats when you first moved to London. You literally ran into him, actually. Neither of you were paying much attention, and you each turned around you walked right into each other, knocking all of your things to the floor. After apologizing, and picking everything up you went your separate ways, but you couldn't stop thinking about this tall, and adorable guy.
About a week later you walked into each other again, only this time on the street. He apologized again, but then recognized you and introduced himself. "If I'm going to be bumping into you so often I should introduce myself. I'm Phil."
He has the cutest grin and eyes that you practically got lost in the last time you ran into him. "I- I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you Phil."
"I have to get going, but I hope to see you again soon, (y/n)."
Over the following weeks you had been looking for Phil everywhere you went - in the shops, on the bus, on the street. It was just outside your flat about a month later when you saw him again, on your way home from work. It was raining (as always) and you didn't think he'd remember you, so you didn't say anything as you passed him. You were at the door to your building, searching your bag for your keys when you were tapped on the shoulder. You jumped and screamed a little as you turned around, as you had not been paying much attention, distracted by your own thoughts.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! You're (y/n), right?" It was Phil. He remembered you! You didn't know what to say to him, leaving you both just looking at each other, standing in the rain. "(y/n)?" he said your name questioningly, and you snapped out of your little trance.
"Phil, yes! Hi! What are you doing here?" You asked.
"Well, I was just walking home when I passed you, and I just wanted to say hi." He looked a little awkward now, like he didn't really know what else to say, or why he was standing there. "So… Hi then. I guess I should go…"
But you didn't want him to go, he'd been on your mind for over a month now, and now that he was finally standing right there you had no idea what to say, but you had to say something. "Would you like to come inside?" You asked without thinking. "It's cold and wet out here."
His face lit up then, and he grinned at you. Even cuter than I remember… you thought. "That would be great!" he replied. You found your key and he followed you inside the building.
As you walked up the stairs you realized this may be the dumbest thing you've ever done. You don't even know this guy. He could be anybody. He could be a serial killer. A theif! What were you thinking? As you got to the top of the stairs where your door was you turned to look at him, and you remembered exactly what you had been thinking when you invited him in. You were thinking how cute he was, and how sweet he seemed. You were thinking that you wanted to spend a little time with him, and that you wanted to get to know him. So you opened the door to your flat and let him go in.
You both took your rain jackets, and your shoes off in the small entryway, and you set your bag down before walking into the lounge area. It wasn't much, just a small flat screen, a gray couch, and a coffee table. The walls were a light gray color, and you posters of the maps of the London Underground, the New York Subway system, and the Boston T decorating them. You also had a massive DVD collection on either side of the TV. "Wow." He said, walking up to the DVD's. "You have a LOT of movies." You laughed, watching him from the other side of the room. "They're mostly TV shows, but I do have a lot of them."
He spent a good three or four minutes looking over your collection (while you looked him up and down) before either of you spoke again. He turned and gave you that cute grin again, then quickly looked at the floor. "So…" he said, the strangeness of the situation sinking in.
"I was planning on ordering something to eat, and watching some TV this evening, if you'd like to join me for that…?" You said, your hopefulness showing on your face. "I'd love to!" He exclaimed, looking quite pleased at the idea. You smiled, because he was smiling, and then you both went into the kitchen to look at menus.
Phil ends up placing an order at his favorite place for chinese take away, but since you didn't have a menu for this place he decided what to order for the both of you. Now it was time to pick something to watch. Wondering what types of movies and shows he liked you let him pick the movie as well. As he scanned your collection again you watched him again. He was so tall, you only came up to his waist, but you loved tall guys. He had dark hair, all combed to one side, and it really suited him that way. He also had big hands, with long fingers. You sort of had a thing about hands (strange, but whatever. At least you didn't have some kind of foot fetish), and you liked his. They looked strong, but like they knew how to be gentle.
All of a sudden Phil got really excited, pulled a DVD off the shelf and just about skipped over to you. "You have the Buffy movie!" he exclaimed. You smiled, it was definitely one of your all time favorites, but you hadn't actually watched it in a couple of years. "I do! Would you like to watch it?" he nodded enthusiastically and you took it from him and put it in the DVD player.
"'I'll be right back." You told him, as the main menu popped up on the screen. "Make yourself at home."
You went down the small hallway of your flat and into your bedroom. You went right to the closet, and pulled out two large bins, picked them up and walked into the lounge with them. "What are you doing?" Phil asked, laughing and taking the bins from you. "What is in these?"
"They're blankets." You told him, and again you got to see that adorable grin.
"Please" he said to you, looking you directly in the eyes. "Please tell me we're making a blanket fort!"
You smiled. "I like the way you think, Phil."