Anywhere And Everywhere||Phil Lester X Reader

(Y/N POV)

The next few days go by in a blur. I go to work, come home, get teased by Zeck, go to bed, and do the same thing the next day. And with a few texts to Phil here and there.

I really like him, I really do... but what now? What do I do now?

When it's Friday and I have the day off, Zeck bursts into my room at ten in the morning, as I'm trying to regain all the sleep I've lost from the past week.

"WAKEY, WAKEY!" He turns on the lights and pulls off my covers. My body shivers as I slowly open my eyes, my blood beginning to boil with anger.

Now, I'm not a morning person, and if you take my blanket while I'm trying to sleep, it's not gonna be pretty. "ZECK. I SWEAR TO GOD, SOMETIMES YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLD." I yell, sitting up.

"Whoops... I've accidentally woken the beast." He backs up. "Sorry."

"Accidentally?! ACCIDENTALLY?!" See, not a morning person.

Zeck throws me my blanket and makes a run for the door. "I'm sorry! Don't be mad, I'll make you some coffee!"

I sigh loudly, frustrated and angry, lying back down with a grunt. After ten minutes of just lying there, staring up at my ceiling, contemplating if I really wanted to get up or not... I sit up, grab a sweatshirt to throw over my head, and head for the kitchen.

Once I walk in, Zeck turns to me and hands me a mug of black coffee. I take it and sit at the counter, slowly sipping it. "I made you a pop tart!" Zeck announces, sliding a plate towards me.

"By made, you actually mean threw into the toaster?" I assume, gazing up at him.

He nods, looking away. "Okay, yes. But it still took effort!"

"Wow. Congratulations, Zeck. You've won baker of the year, how does it feel?" My sarcasm is at its strongest in the morning.

"Really good." He smiles, nodding his head. "You know what you need? A break. How about we go to the Mall(or shopping centre, whatever word you brits use)!"

"You call shopping a break?" I question, raising my eyebrows at him.

"You don't?"

I roll my eyes, gazing up at my best friend. "We need to find you a boyfriend. And a job."

"Great!" Zeck grins. "I'll take both!" I can't help but smile before taking another long sip of coffee. "So, you'll go?"

"Shopping with you?"

"Duh!"

"... Fine. But I'm gonna complain a lot, and we're getting more coffee!" I stand up.

Zeck nods, deciding not to argue. "I can deal with that!"

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(Phil POV)

This week seemed to be the longest of my life. Y/N works long hours Mondays through Thursdays, so we've only been texting here and there.

I really want to see her again, and I really wanna take the next step in our relationship... but how? What happens next?

"Yo, Phil." Dan pops his head into my room.

I look up at him, raising my eyebrows. "Did you just say yo?" I ask with a grin on my face at how stupid that sounded.

"No... Maybe..." Dan shook his head as I laughed. "Shut up."

"What is it that you need, Daniel?" I ask, sitting up in my bed.

"Do you wanna go to the shopping centre with me? I need some clothes."

"New year, new you?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes. "Come with me, Phil!" He pleads. "Plus you need to stop staring at that phone, waiting for her to text you."

I stand up, skimming my messy room for some shoes. "It's not my fault she works."

"You mean, she has an actual job?" Dan teases, gazing up at me.

I glare at him. "Youtube is your job, too!"

"Oh, hurry up, Phil!" Dan quickly changes the conversation, walking out of my room.

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(Y/N POV)

I gasp, gripping Zeck's arm. "ZECK."

"Ow!" He ripped his arm away from my tight grip. "That hurt, Y/N! Who are you, the hulk?"

"Sorry!" I exclaim. "But I just saw Hot Topic and got really excited!"

Zeck drops all expressions on his face and just glares at me. "Seriously, Y/N? Seriously?"

"Just for the Harry Potter stuff!" I beg, anxiously staring up at him. "Please!"

He rolls his eyes, sighing quiet loudly. "Fine. It'll just give me horrible high school flashbacks."

"Oi!" I try to act offended. "I liked our cool emo stage." I respond as we begin heading for the store.

"Lies!" And I shush him as we walk in.

So of course as soon as we walk in, me, being me, headed straight for the Harry Potter section, staring up at all the beautiful merch.

Someone then bumps my shoulder, trying to go around me. "Sorry." The man apologizes.

And the first that comes to mind is... THAT VOICE. I KNOW THAT VOICE. I turn around and grab his arm before he could scurry off in the opposite direction. "Philip Michael Lester, you get your ass back over here."

"Y/N?!" Phil turns around, grinning like the dork he is. "How did you know I'd be here?"

"How did you know I'd be here?" I ask, my hand still holding his wrist. But he doesn't seem to notice so I don't let go.

"I think we have some sort of sidekick link with each other." Phil responds, a sly grin resting on his lips.

"If you were to tell me that a month ago, I would have said you were crazy, but now I'm not so sure." I laugh, telling the complete honest truth.

"Honestly, same. It is a little weird we keep meeting up like this." Phil comments.

"What you'd reckon this is? Fate?" I ask, a joking smirk on my face.

"You know what?" He smiles back. "I think it is."

And I couldn't help it anymore. I stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his. I knew I caught him a little bit off guard, but after a second, he kissed back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You know what I reckon?" Phil breaks away for just a second.

"What?" I whisper, smiling up at him.

"I think I just got lucky."