Omera

"Where are you?" A concerned voice asks me as I wake up from my slumber and answer the phone. My face feels gross and I wince at the fact that I slept with my makeup on.

"Ryan?" I speak into the receiver, I look at Phil who is still asleep. We both must've knocked out while watching the movie, we were on the same couch on opposite sides. Our legs are tangled together and I feel overheated.

"You haven't come over yet, I thought we were going to have dinner together," Ryan asks me, there's no anger in his tone just curiosity.

"Sorry, I fell asleep at Phil's we were watching a movie," I explain to him, removing the small blanket from on top of Phil and I, shimming out of the couch to stretch my limbs.

"Do you still want to have dinner then?" He questions me.

I look at the clock, it's ten at night. I spent the whole day here, it feels more at home to me than my apartment. I wish I could move back in here with Phil but then Ryan would wonder why I didn't just move in with him.

"Yeah but can we stay in, I just woke up from a nap and my face feel gross with all the makeup." I explain to Ryan.

"Sure, you should invite Phil over too. I'd love to meet him," Ryan chirps with a little bit of excitement, I can't help but admire how good he is. How is he in love with me?

"Really? Okay, we'll be there soon." I mirror Ryan's excitement, I hear him sigh happily.

"Okay great, see you soon," Ryan responds.

"I love you," I say, I always felt a bit conflicted when saying it to him but it would fit so perfectly in the moment. If I truly did love him my life would be so perfect, so I guess I love him.

"I love you too," he responds and after a brief pause I hang up the phone.

"Wow, Omera in love?" I hear Phil tease me, I turn around and see he's propped up on the couch comfortably.

"Shut up," I reply with an eye roll, grabbing on of the couch pillows and throwing it at him.

"You need to stop flirting with me, you're a married woman," he shakes his head at me as he throws the cushion aside.

"Suddenly you think I'm flirting with you? Very funny."

"Oh, you've been flirting these last years, I just let it go because it did no harm but now you're getting married, shame on you." He sarcastically explains, he couldn't help the smile come on his face.

"You wish," I reply.

He raises an eyebrow, "You asked me to marry you that one time I found you standing in the rain,"

I pout, "That's so embarrassing, I hate when you bring that up."

I remember that day Dan had not made much of an effort to help me in the rain but Phil had, his compassion had caught me off guard and I had stupidly asked him to marry me. He won't ever let me live that down.

"It was funny," he shrugs with a small smile. He seems deep in thought for a second.

"Well, you know what I think is funny?" I smirk, his smile immediately drops once he realizes what I'm about to bring up.

"Fun's over, we are never bringing that up." He groans.

I ignore his request, "I remember you kissed me."

"No, you're the one who kissed me," he argues back.

He groans again, reliving the memory all over again.

"That movie was okay," I shrugged.

"Yeah, it's only the hundredth time we watched it," Phil chuckled shutting off the television. We had just watched The Breakfast Club.

"I think I would have been great for this movie," I admitted to him, he turned to me curiously.

"Why?"

"Well, they're all messed up and I'm pretty messed up too. I haven't seen my parents in so long, I feel life is unsatisfying too." I explained to him, I didn't know why I was being so honest with Phil. The heavy emotions I was feeling just wanted to spill out.

Phil didn't say anything so I continued, "My parents ignore me too. You know, every morning I wake up and check my phone to see if I have any missed calls or texts from my family but I always see nothing from them."

"Why don't you just call them?" Phil asked me quietly.

"Well, I don't care to talk to them, it just hurts because I feel like I'm so insignificant that no one cares about me. No one checks up on me, they just leave." I said softly, I was still torn up about Dan and I felt so alone in the world.

Phil grabs my hand, "Omera, I care about you and I not going to leave."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," I said, letting a tiny tear fall. Phil watched it fall down my cheek and wiped it away.

"No, I'm serious. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes just to check to see if you're okay. I feel like you'll run away some day and I don't like that thought because I always want you here." Phil confessed to me, I looked at him with a confused smile.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really." He confirmed.

"You're so into me, huh?" I smiled widely, nudging his shoulder a bit.

"I guess I am in a way," he shrugged with a calm expression. He didn't care about my joke, only staring at me with a smile.

"You were supposed to be embarrassed," I whined to him and he only stared at me with the same smile on his face, looking at me with interest. I decide to make him uncomfortable by moving my face closer to him, and this erases the smile on his face.

"Is this embarrassing?" I asked him with a small giggle. He leans in a bit and my smile drops as I stare down at his lips.

He looks down at mine to and moves even closer to me, I smiled a bit, feeling extremely comfortable with what was going on.

The gap closed.

"Hey, Ryan and I are having dinner and he asked you to come." I bring up, breaking us both from our thoughts.

"That's actually pretty nice. Tell him I said thanks for the invite but I have something to do tonight." Phil explains to me, not making eye contact and speaking in a low, tired voice.

"What do you have to do?" I question him.

"Nothing, I just don't want to go," he shrugs.

"That's so rude, you're coming." I announce to him, he smiles slightly at me but shakes his head.

"Omera, I'm not ready to meet him. I just found out you guys are getting married today." He seems uninterested in the conversation and even slightly uncomfortable.

"Why do you need to be ready?"

"Because he's your fiancé and I'm your crush, there's got be some type of jealousy there." He teases me, I roll my eyes again, grabbing the pillow but he shields himself with his arms. "I'm just kidding,"

I set the pillow down, "I still don't get why you won't come but, I know better than to keep questioning you,"

Phil has always been as honest as could be but stubborn as hell. He's pretty wise so I trust he has a good reason for opting out of the dinner, asking him more questions would just lead to more teasing.

"I'm really happy for you, Omera. I'm glad Dan didn't ruin your chance at finding love and I'm still sorry for what he did," he speaks seriously for once, I shake my head immediately.

"It's not your fault, you've done so much for me." I say, walking over and hugging him. We melt into each other and I feel at home with him.

"Get home safe, Omera." Phil sighs and I sightly think about what could have been if Phil and I didn't just ignore what happened that night.

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A/N:

This was not edited guys I am so sorry for my typos.

Wow, you guys are from everywhere.

I'm from New York, specifically Queens. I found out it's the most expensive state in America and now I wanna kms.

Thanks for reading!