Phan Oneshots

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Prompt: "Dan listens to music super loudly and Phil sits right behind him, and sort of gets to know him through his music over the weeks and the rest is up to you (College AU)" by anonymous
Word Count: 2625
Warnings: So much fluff it's not even funny, mentions of sex (but no smut).

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There is nothing Phil hates more than when he can hear music through another person's headphones. He despises it, actually, especially when it's so loud that he can hear each individual word perfectly. And that's not including when a person is listening to shitty rap on full volume through their Beats headset in the middle of lecture.

At this point, Phil was either going to blow steam out of his ears or just plain pass out from annoyance and frustration.

Because some dickwad was sitting right in front of him playing Kanye West so loud that Phil was sure the other side of the room could hear it. He was surprised the professor hadn't said anything to make him turn it down, but then Phil remembered that this was university and there were over one hundred students in this classroom so Dr. Gaither probably didn't care all too much.

And the worst part? Phil couldn't even be mad at the guy because he was too attractive for him to really hold a grudge.

Dan Howell (he read the name from an essay Dan was writing on his laptop) had these stupid chocolate ganache eyes that glimmered mahogany in the light and pink lips that twinged upwards when he hears one of his favourite songs come on. Along with that small smile came a little dimple in one of his peach-coloured cheeks and he always ruffled his brunette fringe to make sure it was still perfectly straight. On some days, he would come to class with hair in little ringlets, flying every which way as he fast-walked into the classroom, cheeks as red as maraschino cherries.

Phil couldn't help but feel helplessly annoyed for the entirely wrong reason. Where he should be annoyed at the fact that Dan was listening to his music loudly in the middle of lecture, he was more irritated by the fact that he forgave the brunette because he was too cute for his own good. Phil was pretty sure he had his priorities all wrong.

Besides, he listened to pretty crappy music if Phil was being honest. It ranged from anywhere between Kanye West to My Chemical Romance and he was yet to hear a song that he actually was a fan of. Even so, it did make the class lecture a bit more enjoyable when Phil really wanted nothing more but to procrastinate and not actually do anything in class.

It was a Wednesday when Phil first noticed that Dan hadn't come to class that day, the seat in front of him filled with a person other than the familiar brunette. Of course, it was entirely possible that Dan had decided to sit elsewhere, but a quick glance around made Phil's first impression sink in with truth. He looked at the clock, noting that there was only one minute before class started up and the professor was already setting up the projector, clearing his throat as he prepared his daily teaching.

At the last minute, there was the creaking of the door before it slammed loudly behind whoever just entered, and Phil turned to stare as Dan came running in, his backpack hanging off one shoulder while his hair flew in crazy curls over his forehead. He paused in between the desks for a while, glancing over the rows until he came upon one of the only empty seats in the room, which just so happened to be next to Phil.

He started making his way over slowly, trying not to disturb the rest of his classmates while Dr. Gaither started his rant of the day, something about interpersonal experience and how to increase better communication between yourself and others. Phil didn't know whether to be annoyed that he had to listen to Dan's music right next to his ear for the rest of the class or whether he should be nervous that a beautiful man was about to sit next to him.