Phan Oneshots

Tired Eyes Blinded By Fairy Lights

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and they broke up such a long time ago, but being trapped in the biggest fucking snowstorm of all time might just be enough to bring them back together.

(It is not too early for a Christmas au, leave me alone.)

(And I use Fahrenheit because I'm American, so don't get confused by that.)       
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Standing on the doorstep of Phil Lester's house was just about the last thing he wanted to do today. In fact, he could name about ten things he would much rather be doing at this moment off the top of his head, including skydiving without a parachute and going back to high school. Those options
just seemed less torturous than his current situation.

He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of the coat he was wearing, bouncing in place as he continued to stand there. It was way too cold for him to just be outside like this, but he was hesitating, stalling as long as he could before having to eventually get through this bound-to-be awkward encounter with his ex boyfriend. Why he'd forced himself into this, he didn't particularly know, but he was there now, and he wasn't going to just leave. That would be admitting he couldn't handle this, and Dan Howell didn't like admitting to things that made him look bad.

So he took a deep breath, watching it leave his mouth in a white cloud, and knocked on the door quickly.

It was almost excruciating, waiting for the door to open and being stuck in his own frantic mind while doing so. He was regretting this already, and when he heard the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door, his pulse jumped a little bit higher. God, he hoped he didn't faint or something.

And then the door swung open, and Dan's throat went dry, because this honestly wasn't what he was expecting.

They hadn't seen each other in at least four months, maybe more, he hadn't been keeping track, but Phil had gotten taller; they were at the same height now. His hair was shorter and his shoulders were broader, and he was just generally more attractive than Dan remembered. But there was something else that seemed off about him, something that definitely had not been there before.

"Hey," Dan said, almost shakily. "I probably should have called or something, I just, I didn't know if you'd changed your number or anything. I'm not bothering you, am I? I can leave if you want." He was sort of rambling, because he always did that when he was nervous, but Phil only smiled at him.

"No, it's fine, I wasn't busy," he said. "Did you need something?"

"Yes, actually," Dan said. "I was going through some of my stuff, and realized I left some of my journals here. They have some important stuff in them, so I thought I'd see if I could find them."

His mum had been ashamed at the mess that was his attic, boxes and other junk piled into dark corners with a fine layer of dust covering everything. And he decided not to be on her bad side, conceding to clean it out, and go through it all to see if he actually needed anything. He'd found some of his old writing journals, flipping through them for almost an hour before noticing that some were missing. And that there was only one place they could be, because he'd never trusted anyone with his personal stuff. Phil had been an exception.

"Oh," Phil said, and Dan would like to think he sounded a little disappointed for some reason. "Yeah, sure. Come in, I guess."

Now that they were over the initial greetings, Dan felt a lot more at ease, and he stepped past Phil into the house he hadn't seen in forever. The last time he was here, there had been a lot of screaming and throwing things.

It was much warmer inside, and Dan shivered as he walked into the living room.

"It looks different," was the first thing he said, without thinking. Because he barely recognized the room he was in, it seemed bigger and there was different furniture, and......it had been months, of course there were going to be changes.