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Phil turned to speak, and our lips collided. He was stiff and tensed at first, but soon enough his lips relaxed and he began to move in unison with mine. As I leaned close to him, trying to close the gap between us, I wrapped my arms around his waist, and his slid around my neck. Finally, I've wanted this to happen for years, and all I needed was to know that he wanted it too. I pushed him against the sofa, and we adjusted with one another, our lips breaking for only a second. He sat up against the side of the sofa, and I straddled his hips. My fingers were intertwined in his hair, and his arms were wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. Our lips fit together perfectly, and his tongue traced across my bottom lip, requesting entrance, and I complied. I've never felt so blown away, or so ecstatic, he was perfect in every possible way. Our tongues wrestled one another, and I gently rocked my hips into his, wouldn't want to get him too excited on the first night. Eventually our lips fell back together, and Phil was the one who broke the kiss. He pushed up on my waist, so I sat up to look at him. He laid his hands on my sides, rubbing my hips.

"So are we-"

"Together?" I'd been wondering the same thing, "and considering I haven't even got the chance to say it yet, I love you Phil Lester. I love you with every fiber of my being and you're the most amazing, beautiful person I've ever met." I smiled at him, his icy blue eyes examining my brown ones, and I removed myself from the sofa, pulling him up directly after. He followed me into the kitchen, and pulled on my hand as I headed for the fridge, and I spun around.

"I'm not going to ask about the sheets, but I do just want to say this. It's your own personal business and if you don't feel comfortable telling me then that's fine. Whatever it is, I just hope you're okay. That's all I worry about, making sure that you're okay because no one is as important to me as you are." His eyes were wide.

"Yeah, I'm alright. If it was something important I'd tell you, okay?"

"Okay." Phil leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, before exiting the kitchen and heading to turn on the Playstation. I turned back to the fridge, pulling out a can of Sprite. I absolutely hate lying to Phil, but I know that I can't tell him, he wouldn't handle it well. Besides, it's not like it's necessarily a problem... I'm not hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it. I was torn from the thought when I felt two arms wrap around my waist from behind me, Phil snuggling into my back.

"Hey. I love you a lot, don't forget that. And I'm happy I can actually say it now." I grabbed his wrists, loosening his grip so I could turn around to face him. After I'd turned to him, his hands went back to their rightful place, resting on my waist. I pushed the fringe from his face, and then slid my hand down his cheek and he pulled me in for another kiss. I've never felt so in love with anyone.

"This just feels so natural and easy, you know? Like it's meant to be this way." I spoke, Phil's eyes lit up and he grinned at me, grabbing my hand and leading me into the living room. I settled onto the sofa and he walked towards the television.

"Games, take your pick." He motioned to our massive collection.

"Let's make it old school, Crash Bandicoot."


"Laura, calm down, I said I'd head that way soon!" I was awoken by Phil yelling. I slid out of bed without a sound, listening to what he was saying. I heard the name Laura and I could already sense a lump forming in my throat.

"Are you kidding? I'm fine, I'll come by to pick up those few things and then I'm gone. There will be no "sticking around for a drink." This shouldn't be a big deal." I continued to listen, cracking my bedroom door open enough so that I could slide through the opening. I couldn't see him yet but I knew he was on the phone.

"I'll be there in like thirty minutes okay. I'm not dealing with this." I heard his phone hit the breakfast bar, and he walked into the hallway. Meeting my eyes, he realized I'd be standing there listening to his every word.

"Oh, um, I was going to come wake you." He stared at the ground.

"What was that about? You were talking to Laura."

"Listen, I just have to go by there and pick up a few things I left at her house, and then I'll come right back." He met my gaze again, then walked towards me and grabbed my hands, and I just stared at him. The last thing I wanted him to do is go anywhere near her. I know I can trust Phil, but it's just Laura that I don't trust. And he sensed that.

"Okay, would you feel better if you came with me?"

"I'll go change." I pulled my hand away and rushed into my bedroom, pulling off my pajamas and walked toward my wardrobe. I slid my white Howl shirt on over my head, yanked a pair of black jeans from the wardrobe, and turned around only to see Phil standing in my doorway.

"Phil!" I held my trousers up in front of my boxers. He started giggling, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, and his hand went up to cover it.

"What's so funny?"

"You look so startled! Seriously, if you think you have anything to be ashamed of, you're wrong. I was interested in seeing this sight for myself." He laughed and turned, walking away from the doorway. I rolled my eyes, sliding on my pants. I can get him back for this soon enough, since I'm interested in seeing that sight anyways. I pushed on a pair of shoes and met Phil at the front door, pulling it open for him.


Phil pushed the intercom and she buzzed us in. We walked into the lift, making our way up to her floor.

"So... she doesn't know we're together yet. I didn't feel like I needed to tell her because I didn't think I was going to have to do this. But if you want me to mention it to her I can. All I want is to get her completely out of my life as soon as possible." Phil held my hand, looking worried and frustrated.

"It's fine. Your choice, mention it to her only if you feel like you need to." I squeezed his hand tighter, and flashed a smile to show that I was okay, and that he would be too.

We walked up to her door, which she flung open. Laura had long strawberry blonde hair, curled for the occasion. She was always one to wear tighter clothes, sporting a red top that showed much more cleavage than necessary, and denim jeans along with patent leather heels. A bit too fixed up for lounging around her flat, in my opinion. She grimaced at the sight of me.

"Who said you could bring this faggot?" That term was always a shot straight the heart, I despised it. Her face contorted in disgust, she turned and glared at Phil.

"I don't require your say in anything, and don't call him that. Can I please just get my stuff?" I couldn't tell you what Phil ever saw in this girl.

"Whatever." She moved from the doorway, allowing us access into her home. She had a very neat and organized house, I'll give her that. She walked into another room, I'm assuming her bedroom, and Phil motioned toward the mint green sofas.

"You can sit if you want, this will only take a second though." He gave a weak smile to go along with his apologetic eyes. I slowly moved to sit on the sofa, trying not to let this bother me, and he followed her into her bedroom. I sat in silence, trying to figure what he ever saw in this girl to make him think he loved her. He came back into the living room, crouching down in front of the television to remove a disc from the DVD player. And there she followed, right after him. He glared at her as she followed right on his heels, and headed back for her bedroom. I was getting a bit anxious so I pulled myself from the sofa, and began roaming around the home. I headed toward the bedroom.

"Phil, you almost ready to-" There it was, Laura sat above Phil on the bed, leaning down to kiss him. My heart split. Laura turned toward the doorway, and Phil shoved her from the bed.

"Dan no, it's not-" I drowned him out with my own thoughts. My heart filled with anger and I ran, pulling open her front door and started toward the lift. I could hear Phil yelling after me as the door slammed shut.