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You draw out a piece of paper. On it says Phil Lester.

"Phil Lester.." You mutter to yourself. "Oh, AmazingPhil."

You've always respected him, especially during the darker times in your life.

As you wait in the closet for Phil to come, you remember the marks on your arms. "Wait, I forgot to bring my hoodie!"

The door clicks open, and Phil steps inside. "Hey," he smiles, and wave at him before sitting down. He looks so shy, you think.

"What's your name?" Phil says quietly, sitting down next to you.

"(Y/n)," you reply, folding your arms to hide them. However, you can't keep yourself from a nervous round of shivers. Phil looks at you worriedly.

"Are you alright, (y/n)?"

"Y-yeah! I'm just.. Cold." You stutter, still shaking.

Phil looks at you and, with one swift movement, wraps you up in his arms. You inhale his scent, all full of vanilla and raspberry. It smells amazing, you sigh silently. "You're not cold," Phil says, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You two stay like that until the shaking subsides.

When you pull away, you notice that Phil is staring at something. Your arms. You try to hide it, but it's too late.

"(Y/n), can I tell you a story?" He asks you in a kind voice.

"Um, sure," you nod in a confused voice.

"When I was little, I got bullied. A lot. People would call me names, tease me because I looked like a baby Voldemort, and would even beat me up. For a while, I almost considered doing.. Bad things. I think you know what I'm referring to.. And now, I realize.. It's not worth it."

"What?" You ask, staring into Phil's eyes. Phil leans down and kisses you, making your heart race.

Then, taking your arm, he kisses each scar. "Please don't ever do this again, (y/n). Y'know, nothing can hurt you if you don't let it."

"Sorry, I just... I can't help it sometimes." You fight back tears.

"It's alright, love. Just know that.. I'm always here for you."

"Thank you so much, Phil," you say, wrapping your arms around the man. He smiles and plants a small kiss on the top of your head.

"One more thing, (y/n)."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Description
You draw out a piece of paper. On it says Phil Lester.

"Phil Lester.." You mutter to yourself. "Oh, AmazingPhil."

You've always respected him, especially during the darker times in your life.

As you wait in the closet for Phil to come, you remember the marks on your arms. "Wait, I forgot to bring my hoodie!"

The door clicks open, and Phil steps inside. "Hey," he smiles, and wave at him before sitting down. He looks so shy, you think.

"What's your name?" Phil says quietly, sitting down next to you.

"(Y/n)," you reply, folding your arms to hide them. However, you can't keep yourself from a nervous round of shivers. Phil looks at you worriedly.

"Are you alright, (y/n)?"

"Y-yeah! I'm just.. Cold." You stutter, still shaking.

Phil looks at you and, with one swift movement, wraps you up in his arms. You inhale his scent, all full of vanilla and raspberry. It smells amazing, you sigh silently. "You're not cold," Phil says, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You two stay like that until the shaking subsides.

When you pull away, you notice that Phil is staring at something. Your arms. You try to hide it, but it's too late.

"(Y/n), can I tell you a story?" He asks you in a kind voice.

"Um, sure," you nod in a confused voice.

"When I was little, I got bullied. A lot. People would call me names, tease me because I looked like a baby Voldemort, and would even beat me up. For a while, I almost considered doing.. Bad things. I think you know what I'm referring to.. And now, I realize.. It's not worth it."

"What?" You ask, staring into Phil's eyes. Phil leans down and kisses you, making your heart race.

Then, taking your arm, he kisses each scar. "Please don't ever do this again, (y/n). Y'know, nothing can hurt you if you don't let it."

"Sorry, I just... I can't help it sometimes." You fight back tears.

"It's alright, love. Just know that.. I'm always here for you."

"Thank you so much, Phil," you say, wrapping your arms around the man. He smiles and plants a small kiss on the top of your head.

"One more thing, (y/n)."

"Yes?"

"I love you."