15: Let Me Back Into Your Arms
[Phil's POV]
I sat nervously in the corner of the small cafe. I didn't think she would answer my message, much less agree to meeting me here.
The door swung open and I looked up hopefully. She was standing there, looking around for something... For me, obviously! You're an idiot, Phil.
But just as I was about to call for her, she spotted me. She slowly walked over, pulled the opposite chair out, and sat down.
“Hey,” she smiled slightly. “Lovely weather.”
I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not, though, you know, she probably was. “Hmm, tell me about it.”
“Why did you want to meet me?”
Trust her to be blunt.
“I... I don't know. I just wanted to catch up, and things. See how you were doing.”
“It doesn't matter to you, does it?”
“Of course!” I frowned. Did she really believe I didn't care? “How can you say that?”
“Well, you know, I just thought...” she trailed off, looking down.
“I never stopped caring for you, you know.”
Her head snapped back up, her eyes meeting mine. “I never stopped, either.”
“Then why did you walk away, that day?”
“Because I thought- I hoped you would follow me. But you didn't.”
“I thought you didn't want me to...” I sighed, ruffling my hair slightly. I was going to continue when I heard her chuckle. “What?”
“We're ridiculous.”
“What do you-”
But I cut myself off when she leaned over and grabbed me by the collar, pulling me closer to her. And then we were kissing.
My stomach turned over as she released her grip and pulled away, a slight smile playing on her lips. I broke out into a grin that she mirrored.
“Come on, let's go,” I smiled, standing up and extending my hand towards her.
She took it, lacing our fingers together, and we stepped out of the cafe.
“You know, I didn't mean what I said that day,” I mumbled.
“It's alright, Phil. It doesn't matter anymore.”
“But I felt so bad and-”
“Phil!” she laughed, stopping to face me. “It's fine, I swear. It was nothing I hadn't heard before.”
“Oh...”
“What time is it?”
“Around 5, I'd say.”
I checked my phone. “Yeah, 5:23.”
“Do you want to watch an episode of Doctor Who before getting home?”
“Yeah, I'd love to! What season are you on?”
“The 5th.”
“Oh! What do you think of Eleven?”
“I love him so far! He's adorable... Though, no one beats you in that category,” she smiled, looking up at me and squeezing my hand.
I blushed slightly, chuckling. Suddenly, she pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you,” she mumbled.
“For what?”
“For coming back...”
“Thank you for letting me.”
She shook her head slightly. “This is so cheesy.”
“It is. Come on, I wanna see the looks on Lizzy's and Dan's faces...”
She burst out laughing, and we kept walking.
I sat nervously in the corner of the small cafe. I didn't think she would answer my message, much less agree to meeting me here.
The door swung open and I looked up hopefully. She was standing there, looking around for something... For me, obviously! You're an idiot, Phil.
But just as I was about to call for her, she spotted me. She slowly walked over, pulled the opposite chair out, and sat down.
“Hey,” she smiled slightly. “Lovely weather.”
I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not, though, you know, she probably was. “Hmm, tell me about it.”
“Why did you want to meet me?”
Trust her to be blunt.
“I... I don't know. I just wanted to catch up, and things. See how you were doing.”
“It doesn't matter to you, does it?”
“Of course!” I frowned. Did she really believe I didn't care? “How can you say that?”
“Well, you know, I just thought...” she trailed off, looking down.
“I never stopped caring for you, you know.”
Her head snapped back up, her eyes meeting mine. “I never stopped, either.”
“Then why did you walk away, that day?”
“Because I thought- I hoped you would follow me. But you didn't.”
“I thought you didn't want me to...” I sighed, ruffling my hair slightly. I was going to continue when I heard her chuckle. “What?”
“We're ridiculous.”
“What do you-”
But I cut myself off when she leaned over and grabbed me by the collar, pulling me closer to her. And then we were kissing.
My stomach turned over as she released her grip and pulled away, a slight smile playing on her lips. I broke out into a grin that she mirrored.
“Come on, let's go,” I smiled, standing up and extending my hand towards her.
She took it, lacing our fingers together, and we stepped out of the cafe.
“You know, I didn't mean what I said that day,” I mumbled.
“It's alright, Phil. It doesn't matter anymore.”
“But I felt so bad and-”
“Phil!” she laughed, stopping to face me. “It's fine, I swear. It was nothing I hadn't heard before.”
“Oh...”
“What time is it?”
“Around 5, I'd say.”
I checked my phone. “Yeah, 5:23.”
“Do you want to watch an episode of Doctor Who before getting home?”
“Yeah, I'd love to! What season are you on?”
“The 5th.”
“Oh! What do you think of Eleven?”
“I love him so far! He's adorable... Though, no one beats you in that category,” she smiled, looking up at me and squeezing my hand.
I blushed slightly, chuckling. Suddenly, she pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you,” she mumbled.
“For what?”
“For coming back...”
“Thank you for letting me.”
She shook her head slightly. “This is so cheesy.”
“It is. Come on, I wanna see the looks on Lizzy's and Dan's faces...”
She burst out laughing, and we kept walking.