Phan One-shots

Next To Me- Dan's POV

~This one is based off of the song "Next To Me" by Maplehurst- it's a cute song, you should look it up~

I woke up to the smell of coffee, which was unusual, considering my husband, Phil, is the only other person in the house who makes coffee. I must have slept in late, considering Phil and I usually wake up within minutes of each other, which is not enough time to make a pot of coffee. I stretch out, confirming that Phil is not laying next to me. That's when I hear the sound of someone turning the handle to our bedroom.

"Dan?" I hear Phil whisper. I immediately close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. Phil is one of two people I like to wake me up in the mornings. "Dan? Are you awake?" he asks, shaking my shoulder gently. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling, but a smile still creeps across my face. "Dan, open your eyes. I know you're awake."

I let my smile overtake my face and open my eyes to be rewarded with Phil's gorgeous blue eyes looking into mine. He was sitting on the floor in front of me, with the biggest, most adorable grin on his face. "Happy three-year anniversary." He kisses my cheek. "I'm making you breakfast, so get up when you're ready." Phil then gets up and walks out of our room.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, grab a t-shirt, and walk into our kitchen. As soon as I walk out of my room, I hear the patter of feet on our wood floor and the sound of a four-year-old's voice. "Daddy Dan!" Our adopted son, James, runs towards me. I pick him up and twirl him around, while James squealing with joy. 

James hugs me around the neck as I hold him. "Daddy Philly told me that it's your ani-ani-anniversity." I smile. "Ann-i-ver-sery." I say slowly to help James understand how to pronounce it. 

"Ann-i-ver-sity." He pronounces back to me. I laugh- I love the way James mispronounces words. "Do you know how many years me and Daddy Philly have been married?" I hold up one finger. "One." James mimics me. "One." he says in his adorable voice.

I hold up another finger. "Two." I say. James again mimics me. I hold up my thumb to make a three with my hand. "Three. Three years." James giggles. "Three years! That's almost as old as me! And you made me family, one, two years ago!" He holds up one finger, then two fingers. 

"That's right!" I say. Phil walks over. "James, Daddy Dan and I are going to have breakfast. Do you want to go play with your new toys I got you?"

"Yeah!" James says. He kisses me on the cheek before whispering in my ear, "I love you, Daddy." I put James down and he runs to his room, closing the door gently. I look at Phil. "New toys?"

"Yeah, I got him one of those Pokemon action figure sets he likes so much. I figured if we want to have some time alone together today I would get James a little something." I smile at Phil. He was hesitant at adopting a kid at first, thinking that maybe he wouldn't be a good dad. I told him he would be, and I was right.

We walked into the kitchen, where I smelled coffee and bacon cooking. Phil's blue eyes sparkled as he grabbed me around the waist, one hand pushing my fringe out of my face. "I love you, Daniel Howell Lester." I smiled, cupping his cheek in in my hand. "I love you, Philip Lester." We both leaned in at the same time, sharing a long kiss. 

As soon as we broke away, I saw smoke coming out of the oven. "Um, Phil? Were you baking something?" Phil turned around, eyes wide. "Oooh shit. The muffins!" Phil ran to pull on oven mitts before opening the oven. He pulled out steaming, completely black muffins and dropped them on the counter. "Oh, Dan. I was trying to make you your favorite muffins, and I messed them up."

Phil looked at me sadly, genuinely disappointed by his burnt muffins. I kissed him on the forehead. "It's okay, Phil. They're just muffins. Maybe Dil will eat them." I grabbed a burnt muffin and broke it in half. "Come here, Dil!" I shouted. Our Pomeranian puppy bounded into the kitchen, tail wagging. I threw him a muffin half, and he ate it greedily before looking at me, head cocked to one side as if to say, Can I have the other half? I know there's another half. I laughed and threw him the other half.

Phil and I then sat down to have breakfast, and once we were finished, I put our dishes away and turned on the Pandora on my phone. "Phil, I have a surprise for you tonight. Can you be ready by six? I hired a babysitter, so we have the night for ourselves." 

Phil smiled and nodded his head. "Of course! Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, Phil. I can't tell you- hey! Our song is playing!" I yelled as I turned up the volume on the Pandora. I grabbed Phil's hand and pulled him up out of his chair. We danced around the kitchen, hand in hand, our eyes locked on each other. God, Phil's eyes are so beautiful.

~Later that night~

I knocked on the bathroom door. "Phil, are you ready?" I asked. "Yep." he responded, and came out of the bathroom. My jaw dropped. His black hair and perfectly done, and he was wearing a button up with a red tie, black pants, and my favorite shoes that he owns. He spun around in a circle. "How do I look?"

"Perfect." I grabbed his hand. "You look incredible yourself." Phil said. I was wearing a white button up with a black tie, a leather jacket, and black pants. We walked into the lounge and told the babysitter, who had just arrived, that we were leaving and we would be back by ten. 

I called a cab, opened the door for Phil, then climbed in myself. When we arrived at the nicest restaurant in London, Phil grabbed my hand. "Dan, this is so nice!" I grinned. "It gets better. Just you wait." 

We walked into the restaurant, telling the waiter my name. He led us back to private party room I had rented. There was a bottle of wine on the table, along with candles. I pulled out Phil's seat before sitting in my own. Phil's eyes were filled with tears. "Dan, this is just, it's- I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything, Phil. I love you, and this is the least I could do for someone who has changed my life in the way you have. You are everything to me." 

We enjoyed an incredible dinner, and we walked out hand in hand, before I led him to a park. We laid on the ground, gazing at the stars, cuddled with each other. Every little while, Phil would lean over to kiss me, then we would go back to looking at the sky together. At 9:45, I got up, holding out my hand to help Phil up. "I hate to say this, but our night has come to an end. We can't leave the babysitter at our house all night." Phil sighed, a content, happy sigh, and got up. 

We caught a cab and when we arrived home, we paid and thanked the babysitter. We both walked into James' room, where he was fast asleep, cuddling his Totoro stuffed animal. Phil and I leaned, over, kissing his forehead and whispering goodnight. 

When we finally got into bed, I was exhausted. "I love you, Dan. Happy anniversary." I heard Phil whisper before his breathing became even. "I love you, Phil. Happy three-year anniversary." I whispered back before I feel into a deep, peaceful sleep.