phan oneshots

Phone Call

A/N: kinda awkward so sorry

Words: 641
Alternative Universe

His fork tossed over the pasta as he eyed up the phone diagonal to his plate, waiting for it vibrate slightly once receiving a text message. His parents sat across from each other, having small talk about their day at work, while their son tuned out all conversation for his only concern was receiving a reply.

"Philip?" his mother questioned, causing his gaze on his device to come to a halt suddenly. His eyes meeting her's, Phil mumbled a "uh huh?".

"Your history exam - how did it go?" she inquired.

"Fine," he answered, turning his eyes back to his phone on the table. His father's eyes hardened their gaze on the top of Phil's head, as if attempting to comprehend his son's mind.

"Is it a girl?" his father snapped, causing his son's head to look up in the direction of the voice.

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot, Philip," his father elaborated. "You're waiting for a text message. Is it a girl?"

"Um, well, it's just a friend, and," Phil mumbled, "he's a guy." Silence answered, meaning Phil was meant to continue. "Um, his name is Dan and I've started talking to him about two months ago. I finally got - he finally gave me his number today and we were texting before, but he went in the shower and said he'd text me back soon and," Phil dragged off slightly "yeah."

Again Phil's response was answered with silence until Phil's brother spoke up.

"Sounds like Philly Boy has a crush," Martyn snorted, shoving pasta into his mouth.

"I don't!" Phil retaliated.

"Just shut up," their mother said dully, "both of you. Tell us more about this Doug."

"Dan, actually," Phil corrected. "Um, he's tall - taller than me. He's got brown hair and brown eyes. He likes My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Muse and stuff. Also Mario Kart and other games that I like. He has dimples -"

Phil stopped short and diverted his attention to the vibrating phone displaying that Dan Howell was calling. Phil grabbed his phone into his hand, then met his parents' eyes, begging for permission to be dismissed.

"You may be excused," his father monotonously said, rolling his eyes.

Darting out the back slider door into the garden, Phil slid the phone icon over and pressed the iPhone to his ear.

"Hey!" he said, realizing he sounded far too excited after saying it.

"Hi, Phil!" Dan answered. "Are you busy this Friday?"

"Sure - that wasn't the question," Phil shook his head. "Um, I'm not busy."

Dan chuckled. "You loser. Do you want to hang out then?"

"Sounds good!"

"Hey, Phil?" Dan inquired.

"Yeah?" Phil asked.

"Is there anyway that maybe - only if you wanted to - we could make it more than just hanging out?" Dan questioned, a sort of certainty in his voice.

"Um, uh, do you mean like a date?" Phil awkwardly mumbled.

"Only if you want to. I mean, you're really cute and I like you a lot and stuff."

"I'd love to!" Phil exclaimed, again realizing he used too much enthusiasm. "I mean, that'd be cool."

Dan laughed. "Great." Phil could practically feel Dan smiling on the other side of the line.

"By the way, I also think you're really cute and I like you a lot and stuff."

"I hate you," Dan smiled.

"Oh, really?" Phil questioned.

"Quite the opposite actually," Dan replied. "Oh, I got to go! I'll see you tomorrow in school!"

"Okay," Phil said positively, keeping the fact that Dan practically said he loved him fresh in his mind. "Bye!"

With a "bye" in return, the phone call came to a stop and Phil squealed. Literally squealed.

Daniel James Howell asked him on a date and Phil couldn't have been any more happier. From there, Phil treasured each phone call from Dan, yet adored their moments when they spoke face-to-face much more.