Bad Day [Phil Lester x Reader]

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Imagine Phil telling you about the bad day he's had.

It's almost ten pm. Your fingers hastily fly across the keyboard as you try to finish your essay. Before you can, though, you hear a faint knock on the door to your room.

"Come in," you say, taking a peek at the doorway. Standing by the door is your adorable boyfriend Phil Lester.

"Bad day?" You offer him an apologetic smile.

"You could say that," he nods sadly, going over to sit cross-legged on your bed. You notice that his socks are black and white mismatches and frown.

"Aww, love," you hurry over to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Sometimes I feel like everyone hates me," Phil whispers, burying his soft face in the crook of your neck.

"No, no, that's not true," you argue. "Everyone loves you. Your fans love you. Dan loves you. I love you."

"But.. But.. Dan got really mad at me today."

"You two are like brothers. Brothers argue sometimes, Phil; it happens."

"It's 'cause I dropped the camera again. It's broken."

"We can always get a new one. Those things are replaceable."

"So am I," he mutters.

"Phil Lester. You are not replaceable. You are my boyfriend and I would die if you left me. Please don't go," you nuzzle into Phil's comfy sweater, tears brimming your eyes.

"I knoww. Thanks, love," Phil kisses your head and sighs. "I'm just having such a bad day."

"Well, are you still?"

"Not anymore, now that I'm with you," Phil smiles.

"Don't be silly. I didn't even do anything."

"You make me smile without doing anything."

Phil leans down and kisses you, making your heart flutter. He pulls away, muttering, "How was I so lucky?"

"Hmm?" You look up at your boyfriend.

"I said, I'm so so lucky to have you."

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