Phan Oneshots :3

Sickness and Sweetness

Plot: Phil is sick and Dan makes him feel better. Even if he's sick, cuddles are given to Phil anyway because Dan doesn't care.

When Phil woke up, he knew right away he didn't feel good. He felt like a poisoned needle was impaled in his head. His nose was also blocked, causing the ebony haired boy to cringe at the feeling of not being able to breathe through his nose properly. Ugh, what an unpleasant way to start the day.

He didn't tell Dan because he can be very overprotective when he gets minor injuries or when he gets ill. He didn't want to seem desperate for cuddles and to be taken care of, so he just kept his tiny illness a secret for now. He felt tired thinking if Dan would find out or not, so he just slept in for another hour.

He woke up to Dan shaking his shoulders gently, saying softly "Phil, honey. Wake up, love. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine." he said, his voice husky and croaky. Dan knows Phil well, he could read his mind like a book. "Are you sure, love?" he said, feeling worried.
"Yea...I'm fine" Phil croaked out.

After a few more times of Phil convincing him that he was not sick, Dan just gave up and went downstairs to eat breakfast with Phil, although he was still suspicious with how Phil was acting.

Dan wondered why Phil was not coming out of his bedroom. He checked every room in their shared apartment, but no sign of him. He finally went to the bathroom and overheard Phil moaning and whining.

"Phil, babe?" Dan called out, hoping to get a reply from the sick boy. Phil flushed the toilet, opened the door, and ran away as fast as he could without puking on the floor.

Dan saw Phil's pale face and his heated cheeks, which made his heart flutter since he looked adorable, but also made his heart pang because his boyfriend didn't tell him that he was sick.

Phil went back to the room, and he made the mistake of not closing the door. Dan walked in with a plate of toast with butter in his hand, and his uni hoodie lying in his right arm, and saw Phil lying in bed again.

"Phil, I know you're sick. Don't lie to me, sweetie." Dan said softly. He laid next to Phil in the bed, pulling the black and gray duvet over them, and then wrapped his strong arms around Phil while the ink black haired man rested his head on his chest. He ate the toast gratefully, and put on the uni hoodie, heart swollen with love.

"Sorry for not telling you" Phil mumbled in Dan's solar eclipse shirt, holding half of the buttered toast in his hand, sounding pitiful.

Dan's heart started to deflate like a balloon that was popped when he said that, although he sounded so adorable. He always did something that Dan's heart was not ready for, like sounds of happiness when getting daily cuddles from Dan. And every single time, he got even more infatuated with him.

He started kissing different areas of Phil's face, the top of his head, and his neck.
"It's okay, baby. But I love you, and I want you to be in good health, my Philly" Dan said gently, cupping Phil's face with his hand, brushing his thumb over his cheek, and intertwining his free hand with Phil's. "Mmh..."

"Goodnight, babe" Dan whispered in his ear. "I love you very much, and I will always take care of you if you ever get sick or hurt" he whispered determinedly, pressing one sweet peck on his forehead and then drifting off to sleep.