Phan Oneshots :3

Twitter Fights and Cuddle Nights

"Fuck, I hate Charlie!" Dan shouted across the living room. Phil was sat on the couch just watching Dan rage. "What happened with you and Charlie, bear? Phil questioned, standing on his tippy-toes to kiss Dan's cheek.
"That fucking dickhead started a shitstorm on Twitter and I just, ugh!" Dan spat bitterly, wiping the spot Phil kissed.
Phil was shocked that Dan rejected his kisses. He checked his Twitter and saw that they did, in fact, were in a shitshorm. He noticed that it was a week since it started.
"Dan, can't you just get over it already? Well, here, wanna watch a movie to clear your mind up?" Phil asked gently, a movie in his left hand while his right arm is wrapped around Dan's waist.
"PHIL! You know I fucking can't get over shit, you should know that already! You're my boyfriend! Oh my gosh can't you just fucking get out already?!" Dan snapped coldly at him, completely losing his temper, swatting the movie from Phil's hand. Phil did as his boyfriend prompted him and left the living room sadly.
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He was in Dan's room, hugging his knees to his chest, crying silently to himself. Or at least he thought it was silent.
Dan was still quite angry and not completely over the dilemma yet, but he wondered where Phil was. "Phil?" he called out, a feeling of worry absorbing all of the anger in his body.
He swore he heard a noise, specifically crying, coming from his room. His heart broke when he saw Phil curled up under the blankets, not talking at all.
"Phil, sweetheart?" Dan said softly, opening the blankets to reveal his boyfriend, curled up in a little ball, his face and eyes red and puffy.
"I-I...I'm s-" Phil got cut off by him starting to cry again. Dan was now extremely worried about him now.
"I'm s-sorry...I j-just wanted t-to help y-you and...you t-told me to l-leave. I can't st-stand to l-leave y-you." Phil mumbled quietly, stuttering over most of the words.
"Aww, baby! You don't need to be sorry, I needed to, I was the one who snapped at you!" Dan cooed, lacing his hand with Phil's.
"C'mere." Dan opened his arms for Phil to snuggle in. Before that, Dan let go of Phil's hand and rubbed his knuckles, kissing the back of his hand.
Phil climbed into them and snuggled in Dan's chest, feeling small in Dan's strong arms. The younger male of the two wrapped Phil up in a tight hug, then kissed his drenched cheek.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier, Philly. I was paying more attention to Charlie than you and your snapping weekness, I was the one being mean." Dan explained, stroking the top of Phil's arm comfortingly.
"It's okay bear, I'm sorry for making you snap. I'm sorry for doing anything...like being friends with Charlie that lead you to this." Phil lamented sadly, the gloomy tone creeping up his voice, making Dan worry again, his insides quivering. A tear fell down his face.
"Phil, honey, don't be that sorry!" Dan cupped his face in his hands and kissed his lips softly, brushing off the tear with his thumb. Dan shifted a little so that Phil was on his lap, the older boy's face pressed in the crook of his neck. Dan's nose nuzzled Phil's hair and pinched his cheek gently, trying to tell Phil that even if he snaps at him, he still loves him.
"I'm tired, Danny!" Phil muttered, his face pressed in Dan's neck.
"Okay, let's sleep then, little one." Dan said sweetly. He usually doesn't call him "little one", maybe he got that trait from Alfie when he and Phil visited Zoe, Alfie, Matt, Darcy and Louise in Brighton to have a triple date.
Dan carried Phil bridal style, causing  Phil to squeal cutely, melting Dan's heart, while Phil wrapped his arms around his neck.
He placed Phil on the bed, then joining him afterwards.
Phil snuggled up to Dan, while he wrapped his arms around Phil's waist, pulling him closer.
"I'm sorry for making you snap at me earlier." Phil mumbled in Dan's chest.
Dan kissed the top of Phil's head. "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, sweetie."
"Yeah..." Phil said with a yawn before falling asleep on top of Dan.
"Goodnight. I love you, Phil. So much." Dan whispered, kissing his soft forehead.
"Sweet dreams, my little one."