phan oneshots

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A/N: This part includes mentions of other YouTubers, some of which I don't watch at all or much, so I apologize if anything is not accurate.

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A Fall Out Boy song- Where Did The Party Go?- was blasting, multicolored strobe lights were flashing across the entire room, and people were downing alcoholic beverages. Mamrie Hart puking from intoxication and Tyler Oakley doing God-knows-what on the dance floor were rendered invisible for my eyes were fixed on the gold- blue in this case- that were still evident across the room despite the alternating pink and blue strobe lights flashing in such direction every twenty seconds.

I had already spent hours gazing into my boyfriend's eyes, yet I never yearned as much for his lips as I did now that I downed several shots of something that Caspar Lee was drinking at the bar.

My eyes scanned the room quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to me or Phil as I approached the older boy in the corner.

My lips that reached Phil's lips immediately were immediately shoved off.

"There's cameras, you turnip!" Phil yelled in a whisper. "And what have you been drinking?"

"One: it's dark, we're in a corner, no one is vlogging, and it's four in the morning. Cameras are far away now," I answered. "Two: good question. I think it was purple though. Three: there's no point in whispering. No one can hear us over Patrick Stump's majestic voice."

He chuckled and let his shoulders fall before leaning in so his lips could meet mine. "I hate you," Phil said once their lips separated.

"Oh really?" I inquired, playing with his hair.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I hate the way you make me feel."

"I could say the same," I replied, wiggling my eyebrows, which soon halted once Phil's arm lightly slapped mine.

I pulled on his wrist and forced his to go in the direction I desired- the bar. Slipping my grip from on his wrist from to his hand, our fingers intertwined and I scanned the seats. Joe Sugg was too hammered to notice and Connor Franta was too immersed in taking a photograph of the drink he had just been served.

"Two of whatever he's drinking," I told the bartender, as I pointed in Joe Sugg's direction. The cup was slid across the table and the liquid was soon poured into my mouth, causing everything to disappear.

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I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. Scanning the room, I noticed I was in a bed next to Phil and I was fully clothed.

Light spared it's way into my perception, causing a pounding headache to result. Reaching for my phone in my front pocket, I pressed it to the side of my head once sliding the phone symbol over.

"Hello," I grumbled.

"Hi!" the person exclaimed. "It's Joey. Graceffa. I'm not sure if you know, but I'm sorry. Really sorry."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I rolled over, checking the clock, displaying the time 11:47 A.M.

"I was vlogging last night," Joey began. Shit shit shit. "I didn't look in the background! I'm so sorry, Dan! I took down the video, but there's clips everywhere."

"Joey-"

"I'm so sorry!" he yelled again.

"It's fine. It had to happen eventually," I told him calmly, taking a deep breath. "I'll tell Phil when he wakes up. Thanks for letting me know."

"I still feel terrible! You guys would've already came out if you wanted to already!"

"Don't stress about it. At least I'll be able to kiss Phil publicly now." I smiled at the thought of being able to not feel the restraints of giving affection to my boyfriend in public. "Thanks, Joey."

Pressing the "end call" button, I faced Phil who was peacefully sleeping.

"Phil," I whispered. The older boy's eyes opened groggily. "Phan is officially confirmed."

As unexpected as it was, a smile grew on Phil's Lester's face.