Phan Oneshots

Lost

"Hey, Phil! I'm gonna run over to Starbucks. You want anything?" "No, I'm fine, thanks." "Ok." I stepped outside of Phil's parent's house that we were visiting for the week, and made my way down the not-so familiar streets of Northern England.

I looked down the road, and I swear I was suppose to go to the left, but my phone's GPS told me to go straight. So I did. But my phone was also nearly dead. Great.

Where Phil's parents lived, it was full of kind people, but as I walked, the more gross and rude people seemed, but I brushed it off and kept going.

After another few blocks, I stopped. Nothing around me seemed familiar anymore. I looked behind me, not familiar. I looked to my sides, not familiar. And certainly nothing in front of me was familiar. I was lost. I was scared.

So I quickly turned around, and tried to find my way back, panicking in fear slightly. I quickly pulled my phone out and called Phil, hoping I had enough battery for him to come find me.
"Dan? What's wrong?" Phil answered. "I'm lost." "What?!" I could hear him spring up from his seat, and run to the door of the house. "And my battery is low so shut up. I'm near a gas station, and intersection, and a supermarket of some sort." "Ok, I'll try to find you. Brightness down, wifi off." "Kay. Just," I began to lose it in tears, "please hurry. I'm scared." "Don't cry, Baby Bear, I'll be there any second. Hold on tight for me, yeah?" "Ok, I'll try." And with that he hung up. Surely, he was going to find me, take me back home, and we'd live happily ever after, right? Hope so.
I waited, and waited, and waited, but still couldn't see Phil, nor hear him come to my rescue. I wanted to stay where I was, but I wanted to leave and go find Phil as well. Ultimately, I stayed in my spot, against a wall, watching the rude, bad-smelling, and overall, bad, people pass by.

It was a scary part of town. Not near where Phil lives. Everyone's smoking, drinking, doing drugs, and selling their bodies. Someone even tried to buy me, but I told them I wasn't a prostitute. Yeah, if it was bad enough that people are mistaking me for a prostitute, I also was crying buckets of tears. I felt intimidated. I felt unsafe. I felt horrible. And Phil still hasn't found me yet. I was just praying to every religion I know, and probably some super heroes too, that Phil would find me and I wouldn't be raped by any of these gross people.

Then, like as if the gods above had answered me, I heard that lovely voice shout my name, "Dan!" I zipped around, and Phil defiantly stood out against the dark and dirt-covered people there, in his bright yellow t-shirt. "Phil!" I squeaked as tears continued to run down my eyes.
I ran to Phil, and into his chest. He hugged me tight, and I relaxed at the safety of his arms who were holding me like our lives depended on it. He rested his chin on my head, then his lips on my forehead. I was safe again.

"Dan, don't ever go out of town up north without me again, ok?" Phil said into my hair. "Never." I snuggled into him, more thankful than I've ever been in a long time.

Eventually, with our hands locked together, we made our way back to his house. When we got home, Phil's parents were worried sick about the both of us, but Phil made up some kin of story to get them off our backs.
And when they did finally leave us alone, Phil asked, "So what happened. Did you talk to anyone? We're people mean to you? I know it's a bad part of town but I-" I shut him up by pressing our lips together. When I pulled back I said, "Can we just cuddle for a bit? I just wanna feel safe again." "Of course." he pecked my lips, and we walked up to his room.

We laid down on the bed, and Phil wrapped his arms around my wait and torso, while I snuggled into his chest.
I did feel safe again.