Phan OneShots

Last Kiss

Summary : In which Phil is just left with the memories of his last kiss with Dan.

Warnings : None

Word Count : 1129 Words

The t-shirt smells faintly of musk and even some hints of a distinct flowery smell with the smell of sweat mixed. A smell I could only describe as Dan. He left it back here along with the thousand memories that we have shared together. A single tear rolls down my cheek. It's raining. It's been raining ever since he left me all alone storming out of the house grabbing his possessions and shoving them in a duffel bag. And slammed the door as we both shouted profanities. That was 10 weeks ago. Neither of us had talked to the other ever since.

To say that I am devastated would be an understatement. I haven't lived since then.  My days are the same I get up and eat before sitting on the sofa staring into absolute nothingness. And thinking about Dan and why he left me. I still go out to get groceries and smile and I talk to people but I am as alive as any corpse.

The only thing I think about is Dan. His name is etched on my lips. And so is the kiss we shared. The last kiss we shared before he left me. It was passionate romantic, awkward and every wonderful word I can use to describe it. The last kiss we ever shared. Never had I thought we would have last kiss. Never had I imagined we would end up like this. He told me he loved me. So why did he have to go away?

But here I am wearing the shirts he left behind inhaling every bit of scent I can from a mere piece of  clothing. I have surely become very miserable.

I still remember when we first met at the train station. And if I had any doubt about him. It all disappeared and I knew he was something else. He was beautiful and imperfectly perfect in his own way. And I knew we had clicked something right away. A month later we shared our very first kiss.

The time that followed was actual bliss. I was living the life I had always wanted. I was with Dan. I was so happy. We were so in love our raging teenage hormones making us turn every other kiss into an intense makeout session. This was what I had always wanted. A life with my beloved boyfriend Dan. We soon came to Manchester.

Manchester was the start of a new era. Living together was difficult. We were still in love. We still had the same burning passion between us. We still made out together passionately. But it wasn't always roses and sunshines. The waves got rocky as we clung into each other to steady the ship of our relationship. We were determined to save each other. To he there for each other. To love each other.

This was the very place we confessed our unconditional love for each other. Little did I know things were going to turn out to be very complicated indeed.

We started having problems. Petty fights which would turn into heated arguments which would lead us to not talking to each other for days until one of us would decide to swallow their pride and apologize.

This soon become a routine. Fight. Kiss. Make out. Have sex. It was the same thing everyday. We were seeming to lose our charm and it became harder and harder ad days passed by.

But the one thing we both were sure about was that we were truly madly and deeply in love with each other. We could not imagine our life without each other. We might be young but the love our passion and the bond we shared was deep enough.

But somehow along the lines the fights got serious and it was us yelling at each other at 3 am. It was overwhelming and confusing. For one minute I would feel like cuddling and holding Dan in my arms wiping the tears off his face but the other minute I would feel like I should destroy him by pouring out every venoumous word I could and hurt him. I couldn't understand my feelings.

And one of our such fights turned our be the most intense one which led to Dan leaving the house. 10 weeks and he still hasn't returned. Will he ever?

He was my sunshine. He spread light in my life. I need him. I need him so badly. To feel him again. To kiss him. To caress his body. To leave feathery kisses on his tanned body. I need my Dan back.

I do know a bit about his whereabouts through our mutual friends I have contacted for the sake of Dan. He lives in a hotel downtown. I worry about him and I hope he does too about me.

I hope he realizes someday that he is missing me and comes back to me. And we could try to live together again. Would that be a far fetched dream or could we actually get back together and love each other just as we used to before. I sigh. I am daydreaming

I am sat on the floor in a pile of Dan's clothes. I fold them all and place them in his closet. The rain has magically vanished leaving the weather to a warm bright sunny which is unusual. I lean on the window enjoying the pleaseant weather while thinking about Dan's head on my shoulders as he would quietly hum a nice song. His voice is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.

There is three continous raps on the wooden door of the flat. I get up and open it to find Dan standing there with his duffel bag. The moment he sees me he throws his arm around my neck throwing me completely off balance as I stagger backwards gripping the table.

"God I missed you" he says.

"I missed you too" I say nuzzling into his neck.

"I love you Phil" he says.

"I love you too Dan" I say.

We then kiss. It's not intense but gentle calm and sweet.

"I am so sorry Phil" he begins as I pull away.

"Ssshh" I say placing a finger on his lips.

I kiss him again but with a little bit of passion.

Guess we won't have our last kiss till we turn 80.

The mere thought makes me happy as our kiss deepens and we both exchange another 'I love you's'

A/N: First time writing an oneshot with a first person view :3

This is based on Taylor Swift's Last Kiss. 

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