Phan Oneshots

Credit Cards

Genre: small argument slight sad/mad  much banter pretty fluff

DAN'S POV

In retrospect, the joint credit card was a really, really bad idea.

It was Phil's idea, obviously. He had this outrageous idea that if we shared a credit card, we'd become permanently attached to eachother. We still had separate ones, and although I can't speak for Phil, I honestly couldn't even tell you where mine was at. We'd been fighting over who paid the bill for three years now, and the stupid piece of plastic was supposed to serve as us both paying it, together. It never occurred to him that the credit card fees might take longer to pay off than we'd even be together, apparently. Not that we fought often- but this one, it might just be it.

"Phil, what in God's name could you have possibly bought that is that expensive?" I shouted, completely enraged by his careless actions. Knowing him, it was some collectors item that wasn't really collectable and, frankly, barely an item.

"It's not even that much!" He retorted, but I could tell by the way his gaze shifted not so subtly to the carpeting that he knew he'd really messed up this time.

"Seventeen hundred pounds is not that much, Phil?" I snapped, completely included in flames of fury.

"Dan, I-"

"Save it, Phillup. I don't want to-"

"Daniel Howell, I'm trying t-" He cut me off. God, he won't even listen!

"I don't even care at this p-" I started, but yet again, his stupid beautiful voice went overlapping mine.

"Dan, I bought a fucking-" Oh god, this was serious. Still..

"I don't care what you bought anym-"

"Will your sorry ass-"

"Oh, I'm in fault, h-"

"Marry me?" He finished, immediately toning the glare all the way down to a nervous blush.

"What the fuck, Phil? Did you just propose to me?"

"Well, I wasn't going to do it until Saturday, but since I bought the ring on the joint credit card-"

"That's what you bought? A ring? Oh my actual god, Phil. Let. Me. See!" Okay, so what? I was squealing. Fangirling, possibly. What can I say?

"Okay, okay, alright. Let's start this over." He chuckled, then reached over into his coat pocket and took out the most beautiful black box I'd ever seen. It wasn't so much the box that was beautiful, but everything that was inside.

"Do I have to get down on my knee?" He asked, seemingly genuinely confused.

"I dare you," I laughed, basking in the moment. And he did, that stupid idiot was down on one knee.

"Daniel Howell, my beloved meme," He started.

"Hey! I'm only an example!" I retorted, giggling at his charming speech.

"Dan Howell, everyone. The only man that'll interrupt his own proposal, I swear," he muttered, even rolling his eyes. Ah, my precious little cinnamon roll, too good, too pure for this world, growing up.

"Just give me the damn ring and leave," I laughed, unable to take my own proposal seriously.

"Will you marry me?" He asked, and in that moment, I swore I could see all the light in London reflecting off of those intense blues. The one I'd get to wake up to for the remainder of my life.

"No," I smiled, failing miserably at keeping my emotions contained.

"Oh, okay. I didn't really want to marry you anyway. Remember Janice, from the shops?" He smirked.

"Show me the ring," I growled, mad at him for bringing up such a sensitive topic at a time like this. Not that there ever was a thing between them, or anything close, but Phil was still mine.

He laughed, and opened up the box. I swear my gasp was louder than our earlier bickering. Instead of the traditional gold banded ring, it was a matte black, with three glistening black stones spaced evenly across.

"Oh my god, Phil," I practically swooned. His slender fingers slid the gorgeous thing onto my ring finger, and it filled a whole I never realized was there.

I don't think I'd ever be more content with how my life ended up.

Well, except for my wedding day.

A/N oh my actual god this is so bad I just had the joint credit cards + buys wedding ring plot STUCK in my actual brain so this was birthed I wish I did better with this but I didn't too bad so sad for you and for me this is disappointing oh god time to lie on the floor

It's just hit me that I haven't introduced anything but cut me slack, it's late and I'm tired. Ok maybe it's not exactly late but I'm still a sleepy sleepy girl okok.

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