phan // one-shots

How You Get The Guy

a/n this is a song fic based on Taylor Swift's "How You Get The Girl". (so all credit to her for the lyrics) whenever I listen to song (often no matter whether I actually like it or not) I always seem to connect it to phan in some way and this way seemed to fit so...here.hope you like it!

(changed pronouns so it makes sense)

summary: six months ago, dan messed up. he's finally decided to try and fix it. 
word count: 1.3k ish

Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain

"Dan?" I hear his voice, see his shocked face, and it's like since I left my world's been in black and white – all the colour I ever needed was in his eyes. I'm here, after so long, seeing him staring at me as if he doesn't quite believe I'm real. My fringe drips over my eyes and I sweep it out of my face, shivering from the torrential downpour I'm standing in – but none of that matters now, because I'm looking at him and he's looking at me and he's real.

He'll open up the door and say "Are you insane?"

He must think I'm crazy to come back here after what I've done. After I ran so far, left with barely a word. Maybe I am crazy. He scans me over with a look in his eyes, one I can't quite place yet. But they're still soft and kind yet beautiful like the ocean - a thousand different colours, and I can't believe just how much I've missed them. How much I've missed him.

Say it's been a long 6 months

Oh my god have I missed him. I want nothing more than to just put my arms around him, or else grab him and kiss him and tell him I'm in love with him too, just like I've wanted to do for so long. But I can't, because my heart is in my mouth and it's beating a thousand times a second and I'm so cold. And I'm such an idiot for waiting so long – this is my one chance to be happy forever, to mend both our broken hearts.

No pressure.

And you were too afraid to tell him what you want.

Suddenly all the memories come rushing back - how we were laughing at some random joke and how the words just slipped out.

"I love you."

How I was so shell-shocked, because I wasn't the one that said them.

Right now, I manage to choke out a feeble "Hi" before all the words I actually want to say get stuck in my throat. The part of me I hate most is yelling at me to run for my life, but I don't. Not this time. It's just me, standing in the pouring rain, and him at our doorway, at the place I used to call home.

I still want to call it home.

And that's how it works, that's how you get the guy. And then you say...

I smile properly, probably for the first time in six months, and it makes my heart soar to see the beginnings of a smile etched onto his face too as his shoulders relax, but his eyes are still nervous, as if he doesn't quite trust me yet. I broke his heart, as well as my own, I remind myself. It's now or never – I have to get him back. So I open my mouth.

I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever,

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait forever and ever.

 "I'm a twat."

Probably not the best start, but his smiles widens for a second as he nods, before leaning against the doorway and sighing a little. I know he's remembering that day too, why he's broken hearted in the first place, why we haven't seen each other in... awhile. But he hasn't slammed the door in my face yet, which I'm honestly surprised at. I even think I start to see his eyes warm up a little and it makes my heart melt all over again. So I continue.

And that's how it works, its how you get the guy, guy...

"I was so afraid of losing you that I didn't quite realise how much of a twat I was until it was too late. So, sorry about that, and you'll be hearing that word quite a lot. Sorry."

I'm waffling again, but I stumble when I see tears in his beautiful blue eyes and out of instinct I grab his hand, stepping closer. I look deeply into his eyes and brush the tears off his face.

Remind him how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

"Remember that day we both fell over on the ice?" I say and he nods. We were out on some hectic last minute Christmas shopping trip last year and ended up getting pushed onto a particular icy patch by a crazy lady who needed a laptop.

"We were both hurt, but you got up first and pulled me up, brushed the tears from my face and held my hand all the way home. You didn't complain once, even when I realised your injuries were worse than mine." I paused, trying to hold back my own tears. I needed to get through this.

"I think that was the first time I realised I was screwed..." I falter but he just looks confused, and suddenly my smile is renewed.

"...because I that was the first time I knew I was in love with you."

Tell him how you must have lost your mind.

 "I was such a coward, and I'm so sorry, Phil. I was crazy to leave you on your own." Tears are falling from my own cheeks now, and just like last time he's the one to brush them away.

We're both hurt, and his injuries are worse than mine, but he's the one looking after me. I really do love him.

And you left him all alone, and never told him why

I stumble back into another hazy memory, one I'd most like to forget. Running down the street, ignoring his calls after me, ignoring the tears, ignoring everything. Now, I can't ignore it. I have to say it.

"I love you."

We collide.

I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever,

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait forever and ever.

His lips are soft and sweet and perfect, just like he is. I'll never deserve him, but at this moment, here in the pouring rain we kiss and a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders, and the last six months are nothing more than a bad dream. When we finally break apart, he leads me by the hand. Home. My heart is going to burst out of my chest, but I don't care, because I love Philip Lester and he loves me and maybe, just maybe, I may have found a way to put our broken hearts back together.

And you could know, that I don't want you to go

Right here, right now, I never want to let go of his hand again, I never want to run, I want to stay with him forever.

"You're an idiot, you know that right?" He says his smile wider than I've ever seen it. I nod enthusiastically and he just laughs and kisses me again. I can't believe I waited six months to do this, to finally have him to hold. But none of that matters now. For him, I would wait forever.

I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever,

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait forever and ever.

I make a silent note to myself. Heartfelt speeches and love confessions in the pouring rain followed by perfect kisses.

That's how it works. That's how you got the guy.