phan oneshots

I'm here now.

Phil shakily pressed the 'post' button on his tweet, his eyes darting around the room. He reached over tentatively, switching on his lamp in addition to the already lit ceiling light. He looked down at his laptop as it made a soft chirping sound, notifying him that his tweet was done posting.

@amazingphil:house is being extra creepy with the noises tonight :| luckily, I am brave

Phil looked back up from his laptop, his head whipping from side to side as the house groaned here and there. It was about ten minutes later when his laptop chirped again. Probably a fan favouriting, maybe replying. He looked down at the screen and tried to ignore the awful feeling of being watched. His eyes lit up as he scanned across the screen, reading the username and tweet that followed.

@danisnotonfire: I wish I was there so you didn't have to be brave

Phil's face heated up quickly as he read through his.. Best friends tweet over and over.

Best friend? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Phil could not describe his relationship with Dan. Nine days from now he would meet Dan for the first time in real life. Maybe then he would be able to describe how they fit together.

Six years later

Dan slept peacefully with an arm draped over Phil. Each wore only pyjama bottoms, their body heat abolished the need for shirts. Dan's fingers traced circles on Phil's chest, despite his sleeping state. Phil's breaths were even. One of his hands was placed on top of Dan. Every night they slept in this position.

Like every night, Dan woke up at around two am, starving and thirsty. He gently unwrapped himself from Phil and quietly exited the bedroom. They only used Phil's room nowadays. He tiptoed to the kitchen, flicking on almost every light as he went. Stupid fear of monsters that don't even exist.

He reached the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whatever juice or soda was in the fridge. Just like every night. He pawed through the cupboards until he found something like crisps, or chocolate. Just like every night. He sat on the couch quietly. He browsed tumblr on his phone, disgusted with tumblr mobile but silent in his hatred. He calmly sipped at his drink. Tonight it was mango pineapple juice. He would take a handful of his snack. Tonight he dined on salt and vinegar crisps.

He scrolled through endless photos of Kanye and aesthetic posts. He occasionally would delve into the #phan tag, smiling every time he came across 'heart eyes howell' or 'love eyes lester'. He knew the fans would go insane if they found out this was really the two gazing at the other wit real love. True love.

Dan dipped his hand into the bag of crisps, disappointed with the few pathetic crumbs left. He picked up his glass, swirling the last sip around in the bottom before lifting the cup to his lips and downing the light orange coloured liquid.

He looked up as the water pipes began to groan and sputter, probably one of the upstairs neighbours using the washroom. With a sigh he lifted himself off the couch. He deposited his cup in the kitchen and tossed the empty crisp bag in the bin. He tiptoed quietly back to Phil's bedroom, where he found the older boy sat up in fetal position and breathing quickly.

"Phil? Babe, what's wrong?" Dan said, rushing over to his lovers side. "Are you okay?" Phil looked up at Dan, tear stains down his cheek and eyes watery.

"I was having a nightmare where this horrible monster took you" he said, his voice cracking. "And then I woke up and you were gone and there were these creepy noises and I just-" he cut off as sobs began to shake through him. He put his head down on his knees. His hair fell forward and covered his face. His whole body shook. Dan felt himself almost brought to tears. He couldn't bear to see Phil like this.

"Phil, love" he said softly, stroking the black haired boys back. "Look at me" he whispered. Phil looked up slowly, his lip quivering. Dan smiled at him. "It's okay, see?" He reassured. "I'm fine!" Phil nodded. "That noise was just the water pipes" Dan explained, pointing towards the ceiling. Phil nodded again, his eyes becoming less watery. Dan placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head upwards. He pecked him lightly on the mouth, and Phil melted into the kiss. Dan kissed Phil a little more passionately, pressing into him. He leaned Phil back into a laying down position and intertwined their fingers. Hands pressed together, they continued on like this for god knows how long.

"Dan" Phil mumbled between kisses. "I'm tired now. Can we go back to sleep?" He asked, interrupted every few words by Dan's mouth being pressed against his own. Dan sat up, looking down at Phil with a smile.

"Of course babe," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He rolled off of Phil and laid down directly beside him. He looked over expecting Phil to be smiling at him but instead he found him crying again.

"Please don't leave me alone again. I can only be so brave," Phil said quietly, wrapping an arm around Dan's waist and pulling him close. Dan wrapped his arms protectively around Phil, pulling him into his chest.

"It's okay Phil" he replied.

"I'm here now"