This is a Phil imagine. In this one, "you" are sarcastic, witty, but incredibly sweet and caring (in your own way). I don't know, I just got the idea for this recently. Here it is!

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The night was quiet. The bright stars twinkled faintly in the purplish-black night sky. The only sound was the gentle rise and fall from your chest. You were exhausted; the day before, you had been rushing around, buying last-minute gifts for the approaching holiday known as Christmas. In the room next door, a man slept. He wasn't having as peaceful of a sleep as you, unfortunately. He was drenched in a cold sweat, his jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. He tossed and turned, creating such a ruckus that you awoke from your slumber.

Your heart was racing; you were very jumpy, especially at night. You crept out of your room, and followed your ears. They led you to one of your roommate's rooms. You carefully opened the door. At this time, the poor man began whimpering, saying softly, "Leave her alone." Vaguely wondering what the man was dreaming about, you rested your hand on his arm and said, "Phil? Are you okay?"

Phil shot up, breathing hard. He glanced wildly around, until his silvery-blue eyes laid on you. He relaxed. "Are you okay?" you repeated. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just had a nightmare," he mumbled. You got up, heading towards the door. "You sure?" you said one more time, your hand resting on the handle. Phil nodded. You opened the door, and had one foot out the door when Phil said tentatively, "Y/N?" You turned around and smiled slightly. "Yes, Phil?"

Phil looked down at his fingers and became suddenly interested in his comforter. "Could you, um, stay with me? Just in case I get another nightmare?" he said quietly. Your features softened. "Of course." You closed the door again and returned to Phil's side. You lifted the covers and climbed in. Phil kept glancing nervously at you. You turned away from Phil and closed your eyes. It was quiet for a minute until you heard Phil's voice say softly into the dark, "Y/N?" You turned over so you looked straight into his eyes. "You won't ever leave us, will you?"

You frowned, not expecting this question. "No. Of course. You're my best friends," you replied immediately. Phil smiled, relieved. "Good."

The next morning, Dan was very confused as to why you were sleeping with Phil. "I told you, he had a nightmare!" you explained for what seemed like the millionth time, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Dan smirked. "Are you sure?" he asked, his smooth voice deep and playful. You hit his arm. "Shut up," you snapped.

Dan claimed that he had to go out, to "scare the pigeons". You rolled your eyes as you replied, "Maybe you should try trying to scare a worm before you move on, Daniel. You can barely scare me at night when your dressed as Frankenstein!" Dan scowled at you and he left. It was just you and Phil now. Yay. Wait, what?

Stop thinking like that, Y/N. He's your best friend, and that's all he'll ever be, you told yourself firmly. You had built a strong wall around your heart ever since you had been dumped multiple times. Yet somehow, someway, Phil had managed to maneuver his way past your defenses to steal your heart. Now, he just had to get away with it.

You always knew you liked Phil, yes in that way, but you never really gave a relationship with him much thought. You didn't want to get hurt again. You just dismissed the idea immediately, even if you still dreamed about it today. As you and Phil sat awkwardly in the living room, neither of you very sure what you're supposed to be doing, you were reminded of something. "Phil, what were you dreaming about last night? The one that woke you up?" you asked. Phil blushed slightly. "I thought you were moving out. I... I really don't think my life would be very exciting with out you, Y/N," Phil replied quietly.

Surprising both you and Phil, you moved closer and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Surprising you even more, Phil gently took your chin between his fingers, turned your face completely, and kissed you. As soon as his lips captured yours, you knew it was meant to be (yes, I know that's cliché, I'm not an idiot).

Phil had escaped with your heart.

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Aww, that was so cute! Ah, look at me. Complimenting my own work #selfpromo . Anyway, hope you enjoyed! This was my first try at this kind of style (by that I mean second-person), so if it sucked, I'm sorry. I will possibly have a Daniel one out soon, but no promises. Sometimes, my brain will come up with random scenarios too short for an actual story except too long for just an idea book. I know I said in the beginning that this popped up in my head randomly. Yeah, well that was only partially true. I came up with literally the first sentence. I just built a story around that. Wow, this author's note is really long. I'm going to go now.