Phanfiction One Shots

I'm In Too Deep

Title: I'm In Too Deep

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Angst

A/N: Songfic based on Deep by Marian Hill.

TW: Panic attack, swearing, sadness.

Turning over in my bed

Dan tossed around, unable to sleep. His eyes were red and puffy, partly from being tired and partly because of the tears running down his face. He buried his face in his pillow. Oh god, he thought. I'm so weak. I'm literally crying over nothing. He turned around again, this time facing the window on the other side of his bedroom. No, not nothing. Over my best friend. Over the person currently asleep in the other room. Over Phil fucking Lester. Dan pulled the duvet closer around him.

Lose myself to dreams instead

His recently developed feelings were making it hard for him to do anything without thinking of Phil. A year ago, he felt himself falling slowly starting to fall in love with his best friend. At first, Dan denied it. He didn't want to ruin what they already had. But eventually, he grew to accept his feelings and lived with the burden in his heart. His only escape was nights like these when he ended up crying silently. Calming his mind with images of Phil and imagining a reality where they could be together, Dan let out broken tears, wishfully thinking of an alternate future. Anything was better than this.

Dan smirked at his own thoughts. He fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with dreams of Phil. Dreams that started out beautifully; both of them were happy with each other, in a relationship that could only be described as ideal. And then Dan would do or say something wrong and the tension would build up. The smiles would become forced, the kisses fake, the passion gone. And every time, it would end with Phil eyes - Phil's disgusted gaze as he stared at Dan, almost as if he couldn't stand to look at him anymore.

Ghostly figures on the wall

He woke up after the same recurring dream, and realised it was still night. His phone glared 3:00 AM. The lights outside were playing with the shadows on the wall in front of him, making the trees look like people. He cowered in the comfort of his bed. If Phil was here, I'd be fine. He turned away from the shadows, facing the window. But at least Phil is still with me. If I told him the truth, he would leave. He stared at the sky. The stars were particularly bright and visible tonight.

Dreams of you have grown so tall

Everything about Phil was perfect in Dan's eyes; how when he smiled, his tongue would poke out from the corner of his mouth. His laugh and how he would cover his face with his hands. The way he looked with glasses on, and how he would keep sliding them up his nose. And how he would forget he was wearing contacts and try to push his "glasses" up. The way he talked, his random animal facts, and the ability to go from cute to sexy in a split second. His hair, his height, his sunshine personality, his caring and compassionate disposition. Everything about him was perfect.

And Dan could never have him in the way he wanted. He pulled the duvet over his head, letting out a distraught groan, muffling the sound by pressing his face into the pillow.

Gone inside your talk

Inside a smile, I'm unraveling

The first thing Dan noticed when he woke up in the morning, was Phil sitting on the lounge sofa with his thumb in his mouth, biting his nail, and staring intently at the TV screen. He had a blanket wrapped around him, and a bowl of cereal was in his other hand. He looks so cute, Dan thought. And then immediately forced the thought down. Phil turned around and smiled