Phan - One-shots [ COMPLETED ]

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Fucking mother thinking she can decided who to and when I come out, fuck off you douche canoe

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Dan

It came as a shock to me when Phil Lester showed up at my door, seven years after my dick moves in 2012.

2019

I was on my sixth cigarette when the faint noise of the doorbell ring in my ears.
Cig still in hand, I dragged myself to the front door, inhaling once before stubbing out the suicide stick with my fingers; it hurt, but I deserve it.

I opened the door, and before I even saw the person, I blew the smoke into their face.
I really didn't give two shits.

The person coughed, and even though it was weird, I recognised the cough. Phil god damn Lester.

" 'Ello, Phil. Fancy seeing you back here."

I leaned against the doorframe as Phil's face became clear.
"Dan?"
He blinked twice before his face broke into a smile.
He launched forward and wrapped his arms around me.
I let out a sad, pathetic sounding chuckle.
"You're still shorter than me."
He smiled into my shoulder, and then pulled away.
He then frowned.
"Do you.. Do you smoke? Now?" He questioned.
I shrugged, "better than slitting my wrists."
Phil visibly flinched, obviously remembering the times of 2009. Oh how I which I could reserve time and start all over.
"You.. Y'wanna come in?"

He nodded, and I led him inside.

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"You kept the apartment the same."

I smiled as I gave Phil a cup of tea.

"I didn't have the heart to change it after you left."

He sighed.
"Well, I did come here for a reason."
I lit a cigarette and put it between my lips.
"Oh, are you going to request your undying love for me, Philip? How charming!" I snorted, inhaling and exhaling. He would never love me again.

"Could you maybe.. Um, put the cigarette out?"
He asked hesitantly.
I raised an eyebrow. He's telling me what to do in my own home?
I sighed. He never liked smoking.
Again, I put out the cig with my fingers.

"Doesn't that hurt? Your fingers?"
I looked at him.
"Been doing it for years. It's just numb now."

He nodded slowly.
"Um.. Anyway, I came here because.. I need your help."

"The fuck? You leave me for seven years, the only contact being a wedding invitation and a baby shower invitation, fuck you, by the way, and now your asking me to help you?"

He sighed.
"I knew you were going to react like that.. I'll just.. Go-"

"No!" I yelled. I lost him for seven years, I'm not losing him again.

Phil turned back to me.
"Well.. Ok. Right. Your help. I need it."

I grabbed his arm and took him to the couch.
I sat cross legged next to him.

He sighed, rubbing two hands over his face.
"Where should I start?"

"Where you normally would. The beginning."

"Ok, right."
He took a deep breath.
"After the left the apartment, I moved to a smaller complex of apartments and met this girl. Her name is Danielle."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Hush. She had long, curly brown hair. Dull brown eyes. I realise now I was just looking for the female version of you. But anyway, we slowly fell in 'love'," he put air quotes around that word, "and we got married in 2016. She made me stop AmazingPhil, get a 'real job'."