The truth had burnt a hole in my heart. You don’t want me – you don’t love me. Sounds pathetic, right? And in a way, yes, it is pathetic. It’s pathetic that I’ve let one boy make me feel so worthless, so good for nothing.
You had always been a nice guy. You have one hell of a sense of humour and even if you weren’t the cutest fish in the sea, in my eyes you were flawless. I couldn’t describe the way I felt for you. Not then, not now – all I can say is that I felt unstoppable when I was with you. You made me feel pretty; you made me feel like I was worth it.
You had always been my first thought when I woke up and my last thought when I fell asleep. Funny how you still are but when I think of him I don’t become happy anymore and I don’t smile. I frown and sometimes, I cry because I miss what we had and I just didn’t want you to be in love with someone else. Who was I kidding, though?
“It’s going to be okay! It’s not the end of the world.” I didn’t understand how so many people could say that when you were my world. You were my everything and it was hard to go on pretending I didn’t know you and pretending you had never been sprawled across my bed, laughing at me with that contagious laugh while I danced around in my pajamas. It was hard to forget about that one time when I had run to you, crying because of something that seems so stupid now and you had held me until I calmed down and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. It was hard not to remember our first time, the way you had been so gently and caring with me. It was hard not to remember the first time you told me “I love you.” The way you had held my face. It was hard to forget your laugh. It was hard to forget your eyes – the chocolate brown that I could stare into for forever. It was hard to forget your smile but most of all; it was hard to forget the way I felt when I was around you. I was scared I’d never feel that way with anyone, ever again.
I had waited days and days for you to break up with me. I knew it was coming. You started to distant yourself from me and we started spending less and less time together and sometimes, you pretended you didn’t get my texts when I knew you had. I tried not to be clingy, I gave you some space, I stopped texting you so much, stopped bugging you but you had already made up your mind.
“I’m sorry, Elise. It’s not you it’s me. I just don’t think I’m in a position in my life where I should be dating.” Why were you running around, laughing with her a couple of days later? Why had you left me abandoned with no one to turn to?
Nobody understood. Everybody thought you were just another boy with a cute smile. Everybody told me that in a year, I probably wouldn’t even remember what we had shared but I know they’re wrong. Nobody could ever make me forget the way you had made me feel, even if I wanted so badly to forget. I tried everything to forget.
I went out, I got drunk, I went home with a stranger but in the end, I just couldn’t do it. All I could think about was you, the way you had touched me. I couldn’t stop comparing the man with you and he was nothing compared to you. I ended up leaving before anything happened because I couldn’t go through with it. You were in my veins. You are in my veins. I love you and I beg you, please don’t be in love with someone else.
You only get one shot
I'll take care of you.
"Daniel, I'm cold." I shivered. We were making our way out of Starbucks, coffee in hand, in the big city of London on our way to a meeting. I had gotten myself awake later than I should have. I didn't bother looking out the window whilst I was getting ready in a race against the clock and I found myself having to walk in a tshirt in the chilly, dewy early morning.
Dan sighed and glanced back at me, deep brown eyes rolling in annoyance. "Well... you should have at least worn a jumper, Phil."
I involuntarily shivered once again before saying, "Too late for that now, huh."
Dan nodded, biting his lip at my goosebumps. "Fine, here's my jacket. Give it back later, yeah?"
I nodded and he stripped himself of the black, slim coat which fit around my small frame easily. I wrapped it around myself gratefully as we made our way down the pavement.
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"Ahh- ahhhhh- AHHHCHOO!" I woke up suddenly, eyelids shooting open and my back straightened up. I had the most horrible dream where I had frostbite and my toes fell off, and a wild eagle ate them off of the floor of the freezing tavern I was lying down in. For the first few seconds of my conciseness I thought the noise coming from the other side of my wall was actually an eagle waiting to devour my toes but then I realized that it was just Dan's sneeze. I chuckled quietly to myself and found my throat a bit foggy. I cleared it and shrugged that off, checking my watch and seeing that the time was 8:43am.
It was time to get up anyways so I decided to go downstairs to my flat and make some waffles for Dan and I. As soon as I got up, however, I just wanted to sit back down and sleep. Oddly enough. I'm somewhat of a morning person (unlike Daniel) so this was really unusual. I had to pay attention to my body and what it tells me, though, so I layed back down and feel into a deep sleep.
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Dan's POV
My alarm buzzed annoyingly for the up-tenth time and I swear if it didn't shut up I would break the thing. But a thought ran in the back of my head; Phil didn't wake me up early today... is he okay? I glanced at the alarm clock and it read 12:19pm. I rested my head back down on my pillow and cursed myself. Why didn't Phil wake me up?
I slowly sat up in bed and stood up uneasily, not hearing the television or board creaking, nothing. I quickly strode out into the hallway and to Phil's door.
"Phil, are you okay?" I asked, my voice cracking. "It's late."
A sleepy murmur came from the behind the door and I had to open it to hear, which is odd since our walls were really thin. Opening his door revealed a sleepy Phillip lying backwards on his bed, literally, his feet were on the headboard and the duvet was tangled and shoved off of him to the side, perched at the side of the bed threatening to fall off. Phil looked towards me, his face bright fever red and said,
"I think I have the flu."
--
"Oh, and can you get me some tea?" Phil laughed. I sighed. Phil had me completely at his command, he was ordering my around like some sort of servant or something. But honestly, I couldn't say no to that adorable smile. Wait, what did I just think? Adorable smile? Well... I guess he's adorable but we both are. Yes. That's right.
Phil had on his green hoodie which was almost exactly the same color as his eyes and really made them stand out. I got distracted a number of times when I just found myself looking at them.
"Are you okay, Dan? You've been quiet all day." Phil called from the living room. Well, yeah, I'm quiet because you're acting cute and feverish while I'm stuck as your servant. Oops. I couldn't say that out loud.
"Well I'm not the one who feels like crap today, so at least that's good." I said jokingly and Phil chuckled and put on Buffy The Vampire Slayer, his favorite TV show when he was younger, and even though he doesn't really want to admit it, he still loves watching reruns. I sighed contentedly and poured us our tea, bringing Phil over his tray of food.
"Well, Mr. Lester, here's what you ordered. Tea, coffee, waffles, and maltesers. Anything else I can get you, hm?" I asked in a uptight, butler accent.
"No," he laughed. "This will be fine, thank you Daniel."
I loved the way he said my name. You can tell he says it a lot, by the way Phil says it, with confidence and you know that my name is on the tip of his tongue.
I sipped my tea and tried to focus on the rerun that Phil was watching eagerly but couldn't do it. Phil's naturally straight, black hair stuck up in all directions in a lazy, comfortable way and his eyes. I could not stop looking at Phil's eyes... his sweatshirt made them stand out immensely, but they were like this regularly, weren't they? Why did I never notice how beautiful Phil was? I'm sure he didn't notice me staring at him (he was too consumed with Buffy) but his tongue flicked out, quickly wetting his soft lips before retreating back into his mouth. Or, at least I think his lips are soft.
"Phil," I said suddenly. He turned towards me, pausing the program and smiling at me and a "go on," kind of face and I felt butterflies in my stomach about what I was about to do. "I love you, and I promise, I'll take care of you."
Then I pressed my lips to his and it was magical, and of course, his lips were very soft and tasted of a mixture of maltesers and tea.
This one shot is based off of AmazingPhil's video, "MAN FLU!". I hope you guys like it, I wrote it while I was half asleep on tumblr last night.
What do you guys think? Feedback is welcome, even if it isn't from Phan-shippers or even if you don't watch them!
Love you guys,
-Lia<3xx
My Beautiful Secret
author note
this story is going nowhere. i'm sorry. i'm thinking that i will do a lot of one-shots (a single chapter) of different things.
yup.
Never Forgive
One Shot
"It's raining, I'm sorry but we can't go
outside." Mother said to me. "I understand." I
replied back to mother. "Sweety, I have to pick up Trenton
from his friends house, do you think you'll be okay alone
with Anna? I don't want you possibly catching a cold by
walking with me to his friends house." Mother asked me.
"Yes mother." I answered her. "Anna! Can you watch
Laura? I'll be back in a little while! I have to pick up
Trenton!" "Of course!" My sister
replied.
Anna was my 15 year old sister, she had long
blonde hair like me and bright blue eyes like me. She started
dating a guy named James. I don't like James, ever since Anna
has started dating him, she doesn't pay attention to me
anymore. I always catch them in her bedroom together. I don't
know what they're doing. They move a lot under the covers of
the bed for some reason. I walked up the old, faded brown stairs
up to the second floor. I opened her door just a crack. I saw
James inside there, they were sitting on the bed. I pushed the
door open.
"Oh, hey Laura." James said
a bit disappointingly. "Hello James." I said trying to
be polite as possibly. I turned to Anna. "Anna, can we play
dolls?" I asked her sounding as sweet as possibly.
"Laura, you're 9 years old now, you're too old to be
playing with dolls, and besides, I have stuff to do."
"Like what? Hang out with James all the time?" I was
beginning to sound hostile. "It's none of your buiness
of what James and I do so just go away Laura." Anna
retorted. I stormed out of the room slamming her door shut. I
walked downstairs. Mom had left already. Since Anna didn't
care about me enough to watch me then I was going outside to the
park across our house. I got my pink umbrella, put on my sandels,
and left. It was only a light drizzle, I kept walking a few yards
into the park when I saw my friends.
"Hey Laura!" Victoria waved
me over. I started running towards them, when I got to the
sandbox where they were I noticed Charlotte, Rosealie, Levi, and
Dean was there. I dropped my umbrella and started making things
out of mud with them. A while after I got there, a starnger
walked up to us. He looked like he was in his 30s. "You guys
shouldn't be out here, you might catch a cold." He said
kindly to us. Victoria said that her mother need them out of the
house to hold her tea party. Victoria waved over to Charlotte and
the others. "Well that's not very nice of your mother.
Well what you my dear?" He pointed to me. "My sister
Anna was supposed to be watching over me, but she's too busy
with her boyfriend." I said sadly. "I'm very sorry,
but you shouldn't be at the park then, let me walk you over
to your house." "Thank you." I said nicely. I
waved to my friends goodbye and we started walking. When I got to
the door of my house, the starnger told me something. "If
you want to get rid of your sister's boyfriend, push him out
of a window.It'll get more time for you to spend with your
sister" "Okay, but I don't think I'll do
that." I replied as I walked into my house. "Thank you
for walking me home." I told him, but he was already gone. I
noticed my mother was home. "Oh thank God Laura you're
safe!" Mom embraced me when she saw me. "Where have you
been?" She asked. "I was at the park since Anna
wouldn't do anything with me, she was too busy with
James." "What? Oh she's in trouble now. ANNA! GET
DOWN HERE NOW!" Anna hurried down the stairs. "How dare
you not watch your sister, while you're too busy with you
boyf....." I didn't hear the rest of Mom's lecture
because I was walking up the stairs. I pushed the door open to
Anna's room and I saw James beginning to climb down from the
window when I remembered what the stranger said. I started
walking over, as soon as I knew he couldn't see me, I took a
baseball bat and hit both of his hands. He screamed and soon let
go. I saw the stranger outside staring at me, smiling. I dropped
the baseball bat where I found it and quietly rushed downstairs.
Mom was still lecturing Anna.
The next day James was found
dead near a river. Apparently someone dragged him away to the
river after he died. I killed James on December 4, 1989. He
deserved it, he was stealing my sister from me. That is
something, I'll never forgive him
for.
Drop Dead ,Gorgeous
One Shot
My name is Autumn. I was 17 years old when I was murdered
on December 9, 1997. This is the story of how I died. It was a
cold, snowy night in Gardena, California. I was walking through
my neighborhood when I met him. Who knew someone
who looked so perfect, could be the Devil in disguise. His name
was Drew and he was known as a troublemaker. My family would
never approve of me dating a guy like him, a guy who doesn't
listen to authority, a guy who doesn't abide the law, a guy
who wasn't...rich. I guess I was just in a fairytale....I
guess I was hoping Drew was the person I thought he was. People
said he was crazy..I should've listened. I resent him so
much, I now haunt him...I like to see him suffer..I like to see
him in the pain he put me through...he's just someone
I'll never forgive.
We flirted and teased each other for a
while, until he finally asked me out on a date. It was perfect,
he treated me like a princess, and before I knew it, we were
dating. I would always sneak out to meet him, 10 o'clock
sharp. I was a fool thinking this perfect relationship could last
forever. Whenever I talk to a guy, he got jealous. He would punch
me, kick me, beat me until he was tired whenever he caught me
talking to another guy. I've never been in a relationship
before Drew, I just thought this was how a normal relationship
worked, I thought the guy called the shots. I eventually broke up
with him, that's when the stalking started. I was never
comfortable, I would always feel like someone was watching
me...it made me feel so helpless. I started dating Landon a few
weeks later. He treated me with something Drew
didn't....respect.I was so in love with him that I didn't
see what Drew was planning. I got a note on December 8, 1997, it
told me to watch the news that night. I did..Landon and Aubrey
died of several bullets to the head. I felt so alone then, I felt
like I couldn't breath. I went to sleep that night staining
my pillow with my tears. The next day I went to school, things
went by normally, but I felt so alone and detached from the
world. I had cheer practice to 6, it was hard to get through it.
When it was over I was in the locker room, I was getting ready to
go when the lights went out and a creepy voice whispered in my
ear. "You're dead." I started spriting towards the
door, I got to the parking lot of the school when I was hit with
a baseball bat to the head. I woke up, heading pounding, not
aware of my surroundings. It seems like I was in the forest, but
I was tied up. Drew walking up to me, and I'll never forget
the last words I heard before I died. "You're gorgeous,
but if I can't have you, no one can. So drop dead,
gorgeous." A knife was plunged into my back, I
layed in shock while he walked away. Soon, my world faded. My
name is Aubrey. I was seventeen. I died on December
9,1997.
